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 1 A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.  2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” Selah.  3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, || My glory, and lifter up of my head.  4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, Selah.  5 I have lain down, and I sleep, || I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.  6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, || That they have set against me all around.  7 Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.  8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! Selah.