1 A Psalme of Dauid when he fled from Absalom his sonne. Lord, how are they increased that trouble mee? many are they that rise vp against me.
2 Many there bee which say of my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
5 I layd me downe and slept; I awaked, for the Lord sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that haue set themselues against me round about.
7 Arise, O Lord, saue mee, O my God; for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.