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.
And Absalom and all the people, the men of Israel, have come in to Jerusalem, and Ahithophel with him,
Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
`And brother shall deliver up brother to death, and father child, and children shall rise up against parents, and shall put them to death,
and all the people answering said, `His blood `is' upon us, and upon our children!'
and all these kings are met together, and they come and encamp together at the waters of Merom, to fight with Israel.