1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

1 Psalmus David, cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui.

2 ¶ Domine, quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me?
Multi insurgunt adversum me;

2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

3 multi dicunt animæ meæ:
Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.

3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

4 Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es,
gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.

4 I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

5 Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi;
et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.

5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.

6 Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum;
et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.

6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.

7 Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me.
Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.

7 Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

8 Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa;
dentes peccatorum contrivisti.

8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.

9 Domini est salus;
et super populum tuum benedictio tua.