Psalm of David, when he fled from the Face of Absalom his Son

1 O Lord, my foes how great are they?
How many up against me stand?
2 No help is to my soul, they say,
In God for him at any hand.
3 My shield and glory yet art thou,
Lord, and the up-lifter of my head:
4 I with my voice to Jah called, who
From's holy hill me answered. Selah
5 I lay down, slept, and wake did I,
For em Jehovah up did bear;
6 The folk that round against me lie,
Ten thousand of them I'll not fear.
7 O Lord my God to save me rise,
For all mine enemies thou hast stroke
Upon the cheek-bone; thou likewise
The teeth hast of the wicked broke.
8 This and all such salvation
Unto Jehovah doth pertain:
Thy people specially upon
Thy blessing doth and shall remain.

The Psalm, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament,1742