A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.
1 O 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 are a shield around me, O Lord;
you bestow glory on me and lift up my
4 To the Lord I cry aloud
and he answers me from his holy hill.
5 I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear the tens thousands
drawn up against me on every side.
7 Arise, O Lord!
Deliver me, O 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.