A Psalm. To Dauid, when he was running away before the face of Abessalom his son.
- O Lord, why did those afflicting me multiply?
Many arise against me.
- Many say to my soul,
There is no deliverance for him in his God.
- But you, O Lord, are my protector,
my glory, and the one lifting my head.
- With my voice I cried to the Lord,
And he hearkened to me from his holy mountain.
- I lay down and slept,
I arose, because the Lord will protect me.
- I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,
those circling to attack me.
- Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God!
Because you struck all those hostile to me for nothing.
You have shattered the teeth of sinners.
- Deliverance is the Lord’s,
And your eulogy is upon your people.
“Your eulogy”: ‘Blessed’ is sometimes the Greek word MAKARIOS — “a good place to be from a God-like perspective”. The word here, however, is EULOGIA — in effect the Lord speaking well of us.
For more about this translation, see my blog “The Septuagint Psalms”.