A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.

Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.

But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.

I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.

I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.

Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause my enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.

Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.