A psalm of David, written when he fled from his son Absalom. Lord, how numerous are my enemies! Many attack me.

Consider my enemies; they are numerous,
and they hate me violently.

And my enemies without cause are numerous, and those who hate me wrongfully are many.

Many things, O Yahweh my God, you have done-- your wonderful deeds and your thoughts toward us. There is none to compare with you. If I [tried to] proclaim and tell [of them], they would be too numerous to count.

For evils beyond number have surrounded me;
My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to see;
They are more numerous than the hairs of my head,
And my heart has failed me.

The Lord doth give the saying, The female proclaimers are a numerous host.

More numerous than the hairs of my head are [those] hating me without a cause. [Those who are] destroying me--my enemies wrongfully-- are mighty. What I did not steal, I then must restore.

God, who can compare to you, who caused me to experience troubles that were numerous and disastrous? You will return to revive me and lift me up from the depths of the earth.

I will open my mouth in a parable [to instruct using examples];
I will utter dark and puzzling sayings of old [that contain important truth]—

He rained down meat on them like dust, birds as numerous as the sand on the seashores.

How numerous are your works, LORD! You have made them all wisely; the earth is filled with your creations.

The Lord made His people very fruitful;
He made them more numerous than their foes,

He blessed them so that they became very numerous. He would not allow their cattle to decrease in number.

The enemies who chase me are numerous. Yet I do not turn aside from your rules.

To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!