1 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. 2 Many saying to my soul, No salvation to him in God. Silence. 3 And thou, Jehovah, a shield about me: my glory, and lifting up my head. 4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from his holy mountain. Silence. 5 I lay down and I, shall sleep; I awaked: for Jehovah will uphold me. 6 I shall not be afraid of ten thousand of people who sit round about upon me. 7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, my God, for thou didst strike all mine enemies upon the cheek; thou didst break the teeth of the unjust. 8 To Jehovah salvation: upon thy people thy blessing. Silence. |