“Had Adonai not been on our side, when men rose up against us,
My strength is dried up like a clay pot, my tongue clings to my jaws. You lay me in the dust of death.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.
Adonai, how many are my foes! Many are rising up against me!
The wicked lies in wait for the righteous, seeking to slay him.
Then my enemies will turn back in the day I call. This I know—that God is for me.