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.

But those who are my enemies for no reason are numerous; those who hate me without cause outnumber me.

O Lord, my God, you have accomplished many things; you have done amazing things and carried out your purposes for us. No one can thwart you! I want to declare them and talk about them, but they are too numerous to recount!

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.

Those who hate me without cause are more numerous than the hairs of my head. Those who want to destroy me, my enemies for no reason, outnumber me. They make me repay what I did not steal!

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, and made them more numerous than their enemies.

Then he blessed them, and they became numerous; he multiplied their cattle.

Though my persecutors and adversaries are numerous, I do not turn aside from your decrees.

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