1   A psalm of David at his fleeing from the presence of Absalom, his son.

  Yahweh, how many are my enemies;

  many are rising against me.

2   Many are saying about my soul,

  “There is no deliverance for him from God. Selah

3   But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me,

  my glory and the one who lifts up my head.

4   With my voice I call to Yahweh

  and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah

5   I lay down and slept;

  I woke up because Yahweh sustains me.

6   I am not afraid of the ten thousands of people

  who all around have set themselves against me.

7   Rise up, O Yahweh; deliver me, O my God;

  for you strike all my enemies on the cheek.

  The teeth of the wicked you break.

8   To Yahweh belongs deliverance;

  may your blessing be over your people. Selah