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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. |
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Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah. |
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And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head. |
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My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah. |
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I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me. |
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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. |