psalm

A psalm by David when he fled from his son Absalom.

O Lord, look how my enemies have increased!

Many are attacking me.

Many are saying about me,

“Even with God ⌞on his side⌟,

he won’t be victorious.” Selah

But you, O Lord, are a shield that surrounds me.

You are my glory.

You hold my head high.

I call aloud to the Lord,

and he answers me from his holy mountain. Selah

I lie down and sleep.

I wake up again because the Lord continues to support me.

I am not afraid of the tens of thousands

who have taken positions against me on all sides.

Arise, O Lord!

Save me, O my God!

You have slapped all my enemies in the face.

You have smashed the teeth of wicked people.

Victory belongs to the Lord!

May your blessing rest on your people. Selah