A Psalm of David, when he ran from Absalom, his son.
Lord, why were there so many of those who oppress me? Many rise up agaisnt me! Many say to me,
There is no salvation for him in his God.
But you, Lord, are the one who helps me — my glory and the one who lifts my head. With my voice I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me from his holy mountain.
I lay down and I slept. I rose because the Lord will help me. I will not fear the innumerable people who band together all around me.
Rise, Lord! Save me, my God, because you struck those who hate me for no reason. You shatterd the teeth of sinners.
Salvation belongs to the Lord, and upon his people is his blessing.
Brian W. Davidson 