1 Chanting of David in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how they pressing upon me were multiplied! many rising up against me.
2 Many saying to my soul, No salvation to him in God. Silence.
3 And thou, Jehovah, a shield about me: my glory, and lifting up my head.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from his holy mountain. Silence.
5 I lay down and I, shall sleep; I awaked: for Jehovah will uphold me.
6 I shall not be afraid of ten thousand of people who sit round about upon me.
7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, my God, for thou didst strike all mine enemies upon the cheek; thou didst break the teeth of the unjust.