1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me? 2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah. 3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head. 4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah. 5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me. 6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.