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 liftb up my head.
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 of 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.