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

A Call to Yahweh in Distress

1 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