A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
O LORD, how many are my foes this day!
How vast the throngs that rise against my soul!
“No help from God for him,” the scoffers say—
Selah—yet Thou dost keep my spirit whole.
How vast the throngs that rise against my soul!
“No help from God for him,” the scoffers say—
Selah—yet Thou dost keep my spirit whole.
But Thou, O LORD, art shield and glory mine,
The lifter of my head when hope runs low.
I cry aloud; He hears from heights divine,
His holy hill where sacred mercies flow. Selah.
The lifter of my head when hope runs low.
I cry aloud; He hears from heights divine,
His holy hill where sacred mercies flow. Selah.
I laid me down in peace and sweetly slept;
I woke, for God sustained me through the night.
Ten thousand foes their siege around me kept,
Yet I shall fear no multitude nor might.
I woke, for God sustained me through the night.
Ten thousand foes their siege around me kept,
Yet I shall fear no multitude nor might.
Arise, O LORD! Deliver me, my God!
For Thou hast struck mine en’mies on the cheek
And shattered wicked teeth beneath Thy rod—
The wicked fall before Thee, frail and weak.
For Thou hast struck mine en’mies on the cheek
And shattered wicked teeth beneath Thy rod—
The wicked fall before Thee, frail and weak.
Salvation is the LORD’s alone to give;
Thy blessing rests upon Thy people dear.
Selah—in Thee, O LORD, we trust and live,
Whose steadfast love resounds for all to hear.
Thy blessing rests upon Thy people dear.
Selah—in Thee, O LORD, we trust and live,
Whose steadfast love resounds for all to hear.
Thank you!
