A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
3 But thou, OLord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 I cried unto theLordwith my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for theLordsustained me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, OLord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation belongeth unto theLord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
—https://d1b84921e69nmq.cloudfront.net/8/32k/PSA/3-e9348d531f7fed2192f6ced48c669684.mp3?version_id=1—