| Chapter 3 |
1 | Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
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2 | Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
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3 | But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, My glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
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4 | I cry to Yahweh with my voice, And he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.
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5 | I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.
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6 | I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people Who have set themselves against me on every side.
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7 | Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
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8 | Salvation belongs to Yahweh. Your blessing be on your people. Selah. Psalm 4 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments. A Psalm by David.
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