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A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1 LORD, how are mine adversaries increased! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God.
Selah
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill.
Selah
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people.
Selah