Psalms

A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son.

3 Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes are rising against me;

2 Multitudes are saying of my soul,—No salvation for him in God. [Selah.

3 But thou Yahweh art a shield about me, My glory and the lifter up of my head.

4 With my voice—unto Yahweh do I cry, And he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. [Selah.

5 I laid me down and slept,—I awoke, Surely Yahweh sustaineth me!

6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, Who round about have set themselves against me.

7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless hast thou broken.

8 To Yahweh belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people be thy blessing. [Selah.