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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. 7 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. 8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah.