A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.

     1             Lord, how many are my foes!

         How many rise up against me!

     2             Many are saying of me,

         “God will not deliver him.”

     3             But you, Lord, are a shield around me,

         my glory, the One who lifts my head high.

     4             I call out to the Lord,

         and he answers me from his holy mountain.

     5             I lie down and sleep;

         I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.

     6             I will not fear though tens of thousands

         assail me on every side.

     7             Arise, Lord!

         Deliver me, my God!

                  Strike all my enemies on the jaw;

         break the teeth of the wicked.

     8             From the Lord comes deliverance.

         May your blessing be on your people.