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!

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