Chanting of David in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how they pressing upon me were multiplied! many rising up against me.

Their labors shall be multiplied after they hastened: I will not gather their libations of blood, and I will not lift up their names upon my lips.

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

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.

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