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0. [A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne.]
1. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
2. Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah.
3. But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head.
4. I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
5. I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
6. I wyll not be afrayde of ten thousandes of the people: that haue set [them selues] against me rounde about.
7. Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
8. Saluation is of God: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.