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Psalm 4

A psalm David, he fled the face of son.

 Yahweh, how many my oppressors have become!

The risers against me are many.

2 There are many sayers about me,

“There is no salvation for him in God.” Selah

3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield round about me,

my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

4 With my voice I call to Yahweh,

and he answered me from the hill of his holiness. Selah

5 I laid myself down and slept. I awoke,

for Yahweh protects me.

6 I will not fear the multitudes of people

who stand against me round about.

7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God!

For you hit all my enemies on the cheek;

the teeth of the wicked you break.

8 Salvation is of Yahweh.

Your blessing is on your people. Selah

For the director, with stringed instruments. Of David.

 Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness,

in distress you relieve me.

Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.

2 Son of man, until when will my glory become shame?

Until when will you love futility, until when will you seek falsehood? Selah

3 But know that Yahweh has set apart the godly for himself.

Yahweh hears when I call to him.

4 Tremble and do not sin!

Meditate in your heart on your bed and be silent. Selah

5 Sacrifice sacrifices of righteousness

and trust in Yahweh.

6 Many say, “Who will show us good?”

Lift up the light of your face on us Yahweh!

7 You have put joy in my heart

more than the time when their grain and their new wine abound.

8 In peace I will both lie down and sleep,

for you alone, Yahweh, cause me to dwell securely.