Psalm
A melody of David when he was fleeing from his son Abʹsa·lom.+
3 O Jehovah, why have my adversaries become so numerous?+
Why are so many rising up against me?+
2 Many are saying about me:*
“God will not save him.”+ (Selah)*
4 I will call aloud to Jehovah,
And he will answer me from his holy mountain.+ (Selah)
6 I am not afraid of the tens of thousands
Lined up against me on every side.+
7 Rise up, O Jehovah! Save me,+ O my God!
For you will strike all my enemies on the jaw;
You will break the teeth of the wicked.+
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah.+
Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)