| Chapter 3 |
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{A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.} Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me! -
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Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. Selah. -
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But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head. -
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With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. Selah. -
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I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me. -
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I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about. -
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Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked. -
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Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah. -
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