A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.
1 How many, Lord, are my foes!
Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many are those who say of me,
“There is no help for him in his God.”
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me,
my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord,
from his holy hill he gives answer.
5 I laid down and slept:
now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I fear not the myriads of people
who beset me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God,
who strikes all my foes on the cheek,
and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord:
let your blessing descend on your people.