1 A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me. 2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” Selah. 3 And You, O YHWH, are a shield for me, || My glory, and lifter up of my head. 4 My voice is to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, Selah. 5 I have lain down, and I sleep, || I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me. 6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, || That they have set against me all around. 7 Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked. 8 This salvation is of YHWH; Your blessing is on Your people! Selah.