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A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. 
 1 Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! 
Many are they that rise up against me. 
 2 Many there are that say of my soul, 
There is no help for him in God. 
Selah
  3 But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; 
My glory, and the lifter up of my head. 
 4 I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, 
And he answereth me out of his holy hill. 
Selah
  5 I laid me down and slept; 
I awoke; for Jehovah sustaineth me. 
 6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people 
That have set themselves against me round about. 
 7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: 
For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; 
Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked. 
 8 Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: 
Thy blessing be upon thy people. 
Selah