1(A Psalm of Dawad, when he fled from Absalom his son.) تتراجراماتون, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.

2Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in Elokim. Selah

3But thou, O تتراجراماتون, art a shield about me; My glory, and the lifter up of my head.

4I cry unto تتراجراماتون with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. Selah

5I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for تتراجراماتون sustaineth me.

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

7Arise, O تتراجراماتون; save me, O my Elokim: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

8Salvation belongeth unto تتراجراماتون: Thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah