⁰A psalm of David, when he fled from before Absalom his son.

¹Yahweh, how my opponents have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

²Many are saying of my being, There is no deliverance for him in God. Selah.

³But you, Yahweh, are a shield about me, my weightiness, and the one who lifts up my head.

⁴I call out to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me from his holy mountain. Selah.

⁵I lay down and slept; I woke, for Yahweh sustains me.

⁶I will not fear the myriads of people who have set themselves against me all around.

⁷Rise, Yahweh; save me, my God; for you have struck all my enemies on the cheek, you have broken the teeth of the wicked.

⁸Deliverance belongs to Yahweh; your blessing is upon your people. Selah.