A David Psalm, When He Escaped for His Life from Absalom, His Son

1-2 God! Look! Enemies past counting!

Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,

Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:

“Hah! No help forhimfrom God!”

3-4 But you,God, shield me on all sides;

You ground my feet, you lift my head high;

With all my might I shout up toGod,

His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

5-6 I stretch myself out. I sleep.

Then I’m up again—rested, tall and steady,

Fearless before the enemy mobs

Coming at me from all sides.

7 Up,God! My God, help me!

Slap their faces,

First this cheek, then the other,

Your fist hard in their teeth!

8 Real help comes fromGod.

Your blessing clothes your people!

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