A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
O Lord, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are rising up against me.

Many are saying of my soul,
“There is no deliverance for him in God.” Selah.

Many are saying, “Who will show us any good?”
Lift up the light of Your countenance upon us, O Lord!

He sent from on high, He took me;
He drew me out of many waters.

Many bulls have surrounded me;
Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

Look upon my enemies, for they are many,
And they hate me with violent hatred.

The voice of the Lord is upon the waters;
The God of glory thunders,
The Lord is over many waters.

For I have heard the slander of many,
Terror is on every side;
While they took counsel together against me,
They schemed to take away my life.

Many are the sorrows of the wicked,
But he who trusts in the Lord, lovingkindness shall surround him.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
But the Lord delivers him out of them all.

Better is the little of the righteous
Than the abundance of many wicked.

But my enemies are vigorous and strong,
And many are those who hate me wrongfully.

He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God;
Many will see and fear
And will trust in the Lord.

Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders which You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of them,
They would be too numerous to count.

He will redeem my soul in peace from the battle which is against me,
For they are many who strive with me.

My foes have trampled upon me all day long,
For they are many who fight proudly against me.

You will prolong the king’s life;
His years will be as many generations.

A mountain of God is the mountain of Bashan;
A mountain of many peaks is the mountain of Bashan.

Why do you look with envy, O mountains with many peaks,
At the mountain which God has desired for His abode?
Surely the Lord will dwell there forever.

I have become a marvel to many,
For You are my strong refuge.

You who have shown me many troubles and distresses
Will revive me again,
And will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

Remember, O Lord, the reproach of Your servants;
How I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,

More than the sounds of many waters,
Than the mighty breakers of the sea,
The Lord on high is mighty.

The Lord reigns, let the earth rejoice;
Let the many islands be glad.

O Lord, how many are Your works!
In wisdom You have made them all;
The earth is full of Your possessions.

Many times He would deliver them;
They, however, were rebellious in their counsel,
And so sank down in their iniquity.

With my mouth I will give thanks abundantly to the Lord;
And in the midst of many I will praise Him.

How many are the days of Your servant?
When will You execute judgment on those who persecute me?

Many are my persecutors and my adversaries,
Yet I do not turn aside from Your testimonies.

A Song of Ascents.
“Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up,”
Let Israel now say,

“Many times they have persecuted me from my youth up;
Yet they have not prevailed against me.

He smote many nations
And slew mighty kings,