[A psalm of David, written when he fled from his son Absalom.] LORD, how numerous are my enemies! Many attack me.

Many say about me, "God will not deliver him." (Selah)

But you, LORD, are a shield that protects me; you are my glory and the one who restores me.

To the LORD I cried out, and he answered me from his holy hill. (Selah)

I rested and slept; I awoke, for the LORD protects me.

I am not afraid of the multitude of people who attack me from all directions.

Rise up, LORD! Deliver me, my God! Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.

The LORD delivers; you show favor to your people. (Selah)