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A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom.
1 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. * Pause.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause my enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
* 3:2 The word Διάψαλμα (Selah) has been rendered Pause, as most intelligible to the English reader.