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

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!

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!

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

The Lord made his people very fruitful, and made them more numerous than their enemies.

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.