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Young's Literal Version » The book of Psalms » 3. fejezet
1
A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2
Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
3
And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4
My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
5
I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
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Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
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Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah.