1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom.
2 Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
3 Many say to my soul, "There is no salvation for him in his God."
4 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
5 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain.
6 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
7 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
8 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people.