|1||A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.|
|2||Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.|
|3||And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.|
|4||My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.|
|5||I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.|
|6||I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.|
|7||Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.|
|8||Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah.