1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom 2 Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me 3 Many say to my soul, "There is no salvation for him in his God. 4 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head 5 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain 6 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up 7 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God 8 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners 9 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people
