| 1 | A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me. |
| 2 | Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.` Selah. |
| 3 | And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head. |
| 4 | My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah. |
| 5 | I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me. |
| 6 | I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me. |
| 7 | Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken. |
| 8 | Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah. |
