Chapter 3
1 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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2 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.1
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4 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 awoke; 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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8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
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