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A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son.
Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
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Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
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And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
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My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
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I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
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I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
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Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God.
Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek.
The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
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Of Jehovah [is] this salvation;
On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah.