A Davidic Psalm when he ran away from the face of Absalom his son.
1 O Yahweh, how my foes do multiply! Many are those rising against me. 2 Many are those saying to my soul, There is no salvation for him in his Elohim. 3 Yet You, O Yahweh, have been a Shield about me, My Glory, and the One raising up my head. 4 When I called to Yahweh with my voice, Then He answered me from His holy mountain. 5 As for me, I will lie down that I may sleep; I will awake, for Yahweh, He shall support me. 6 I shall not fear myriads of people Who are set against me, round about. 7 Do arise, O Yahweh! Save me, my Elohim! For You will smite all my enemies on the cheek; You will break the teeth of the wicked. 8 To Yahweh belongs the salvation; On Your people be Your blessing!