Dauid driuẽ forthe of his kingdome, was greatly tormeted in minde for his ſinnes againſt God: 4 And therefore calleth vpon God, & waxeth bolde through his promiſes againſt the great railings and terrors of his enemies, yea, againſt death it ſelf, which he ſawe preſent before his eyes. 7 Finally he reioyceth for the good ſucceſſe, that God gaue him, and all the Church.
A Pſalme of Dauid, when he fled from his ſonne Abſalóm.
3.But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glorie, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4.I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holie moũtaine. Sélah.
5.I laied me downe & ſlept, and roſe vp againe: for the Lord ſuſteined me.
7.O Lord, ariſe: helpe me, my God: for thou haſt ſmitten all mine enemies vpon the cheke bone: thou haſt broken the teeth of the wicked.