A psalm of David, when he was fleeing from Absalom his son.
O Lord, how my sorrows have multiplied!
How many are rising against me!
Many now say of my soul:
"For him, no salvation in God."
But he, the Lord, is a shield about me,
my glory, who lifts up my head.
I call out to the Lord with my voice;
he makes answer from his holy mountain.
I have laid myself down, and will sleep;
I awaken, for the Lord upholds me.
I will not cower from the myriads of people
who have set themselves on every side against me.
Arise, O Lord! Give me victory, O my God!
For you have struck all my enemies on the cheek;
you have shattered the teeth of the wicked!
Deliverance, indeed, is the Lord’s.
May your blessing be on your people!