A Psalm by Dawud, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1Allah, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are those who rise up against me.
2Many there are who say of my soul,
“There is no help for him in God.“
3But you, Allah, are a shield around me,
My glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4I cry to Allah with my voice,
And he answers me out of his holy hill.
5I laid myself down and slept.
I awakened; for Allah sustains me.
6I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people
Who have set themselves against me on every side.
Save me, my God!
For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone.
You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8Salvation belongs to Allah.
Your blessing be on your people.