| Chapter 3 |
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A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me? many are they that rise up against me. -
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Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah. -
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3 |
But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head. -
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I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. Selah. -
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5 |
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me. -
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6 |
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides. -
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7 |
Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly. -
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Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah. -
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