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A PSALM OF DAVID, WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM HIS SON.

    O LORD, how many are my foes!
        Many are rising against me; 
    many are saying of my soul,
        there is no salvation for him in God. Selah

    But you, O LORD, are a shield about me,
        my glory, and the lifter of my head. 
    I cried aloud to the LORD,
        and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah

    I lay down and slept;
        I woke again, for the LORD sustained me. 
    I will not be afraid of many thousands of people
        who have set themselves against me all around. 

    Arise, O LORD!
        Save me, O my God!
     For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
        you break the teeth of the wicked. 

    Salvation belongs to the LORD;
        your blessing be on your people! Selah (Psalms 3:0–8)