A psalm of David when he was running from Absolom his son
Lord, why have those who persecute me become so many?
Many stand against me.
Many say about me, “There is no safety for him in his God.”
But you, Lord, are the one who protects me, my glory and the one who lifts my head.
With my voice I called to the Lord, and he heard me from his holy mountain.
I lay down and slept.
I got up because the Lord will be my protector.
I will not fear the myriad of people who encircle and join together in attacking me.
Get up, Lord! Save me, my God,
Because you struck all those who hate me for no reason;
The teeth of sinners you smashed!
Salvation is the Lord’s, and on your people is your blessing.