Psalms
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₁A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. LORD, how my enemies have increased! Many are rising up against me.

₂Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” Selah

₃But You, LORD, are a shield around me, My glory, and the One who lifts my head.

₄I was crying out to the LORD with my voice, And He answered me from His holy mountain. Selah

₅I lay down and slept; I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.

₆I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people Who have set themselves against me all around.

₇Arise, LORD; save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek; You have shattered the teeth of the wicked.

₈Salvation belongs to the LORD; May Your blessing be upon Your people! Selah