A Psalme of Dauid,
when he fled from his sonne Absalom.
1
Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased?
howe many rise against me?
2
Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God.
Selah.
3
But thou Lorde art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4
I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, & he heard me out of his holy mountaine.
Selah.
5
I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6
I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
7
O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8
Saluation belongeth vnto the Lorde, and thy blessing is vpon thy people.
Selah.