| 1. | A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me. |
| 2. | Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah. |
| 3. | And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head. |
| 4. | My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah. |
| 5. | I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me. |
| 6. | I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me. |
| 7. | Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken. |
| 8. | Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah. |