| Chapter 3 |
1 | {A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.} Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
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2 | Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. Selah.
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3 | But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
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4 | With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. Selah.
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5 | I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
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6 | I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
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7 | Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
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8 | Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
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