- 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.
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