(A psalm David wrote, when he fled before his son Absalom.)

See how they surround me, Lord, my adversaries, how many rise up in arms against me;

everywhere voices taunting me, His God cannot save him now.

Yet, Lord, thou art my champion, thou art the pride that keeps my head erect.

I have but to cry out to the Lord, and my voice reaches his mountain sanctuary, and there finds hearing.

Safe in God’s hand I lay down, and slept, and have awoken;

and now, though thousands of the people set upon me from every side, I will not be afraid of them. Bestir thyself, Lord; my God, save me;

thine to smite my enemies on the cheek, thine to break the fangs of malice.

From the Lord all deliverance comes; let thy blessing, Lord, rest upon thy people.