^{1 Ref} 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 Ref} Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

^{3 Ref} And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

^{4 Ref} My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

^{5 Ref} I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

^{6 Ref} I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

^{7 Ref} 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 Ref} Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah.