1 A psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
2 Lord, how numerous are my oppressors; many rise up against me!
3 Many say of my soul, “There is no salvation for him from God—ever!”
4 But You, Lord, are a shield for me, my glory, the One Who raises my head.
5 With my voice I call to the Lord, and He answers me from His holy mountain, Selah.
6 I lie down and sleep; I awake, for the Lord sustains me.
7 I do not fear the myriads of people that have aligned themselves all around me.
8 Arise, O Lord, deliver me, my God. For You struck all my enemies on the cheek, You smashed the teeth of the wicked.
9 Deliverance is the Lord’s; may Your blessing be upon Your people forever.