A psalm of David when he fled from Absalom, his son
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Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! Many are they that rise up against me.
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Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
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But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me, my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
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I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
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I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for the Lord sustained me.
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I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people that have set themselves against me round about.
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Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God; for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
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Salvation belongeth unto the Lord; thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.