1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Absalom.2 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? Many rise up against me.3 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.4 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: My glory, and the one that lifts up my head.5 I cried to the Lord with my voice, And he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.6 I lay down and slept; I awoke; for the Lord will help me.7 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, Who beset me round about.8 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: For thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; Thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.9 Deliverance is the Lord’s, And thy blessing is upon thy people.