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1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Absalom.
2 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied?
Many rise up against me.
3 Many say concerning my soul,
There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.
4 But thou, O Lord, art my helper:
My glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
5 I cried to the Lord with my voice,
And he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.
6 I lay down and slept;
I awoke; for the Lord will help me.
7 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,
Who beset me round about.
8 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God:
For thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies;
Thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Deliverance is the Lord’s,
And thy blessing is upon thy people.