1A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son. Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me! 2Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. Selah. 3But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head. 4With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. Selah. 5I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me. 6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me. 7Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break. 8Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah.