1 A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
2 Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
3 But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
4 I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
5 I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
6 I wyll not be afrayde of ten thousandes of the people: that haue set them selues against me rounde about.
7 Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
8 Saluation is of God: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.