A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.

The troubles of my heart are multiplied;
Bring me out of my distresses.

But my [numerous] enemies are vigorous and strong,
And those who hate me without cause are many.

And mine enemies living, they were strong: and they hating me with falsehood were multiplied.

Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak them, they are more than can be numbered.

Do not be afraid when a man becomes rich and his wealth multiplies!

And he being compassionate will cover iniquity, and he will not destroy: and he multiplied to turn back his anger, and he will not rouse up all his wrath.

How thy works were multiplied. O Jehovah! in wisdom thou madest them all: the earth was filled with thy possessions.

He blesseth them also, so that they are multiplied greatly; and suffereth not their cattle to decrease.

I will count them; they shall be multiplied above the sand of the sea: I awoke, and I am yet with thee.