1 The Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne.
2 LORD why are they multiplied that truble me? manie rise vp against me.
3 Many say to my soule: There is no saluation for him in his God.
4 But thou Lord art my protectour, my glorie, & exalting my head.
5 With my voice I haue cried to our Lord: and he hath heard me from his holie hil.
6 I haue slept, and haue bene at rest; and haue risen vp, because our Lord hath taken me.
7 I wil not feare thousandes of people compassing me: arise Lord, saue me my God.
8 Because thou hast stroken al that are my aduersaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Saluation is our Lordes: and thy blessing vpon thy people.