1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom.
2 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
3 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.ᵃ
4 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
5 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.
6 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
7 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
8 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.