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. 7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked. 8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.
Morning Prayer for Help
1 I have so many enemies, Lord,
so many who turn against me!
2 They talk about me and say,
“God will not help him.”

3 But you, O Lord, are always my shield from danger;
you give me victory
and restore my courage.
4 I call to the Lord for help,
and from his sacred hill he answers me.

5 I lie down and sleep,
and all night long the Lord protects me.
6 I am not afraid of the thousands of enemies
who surround me on every side.

7 Come, Lord! Save me, my God!
You punish all my enemies
and leave them powerless to harm me.
8 Victory comes from the Lord
may he bless his people.