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Psalm 3
A psalm of David.
When he fled from his son Absalom.
1 O LORD , how many are my foes! How many rise up against me! 2 Many are saying of me, "God
will not deliver him." Selah 3 But you are a shield around me, O LORD
; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head. 4 To the
LORD I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah 5 I
lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. 6 I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up
against me on every side. 7 Arise, O LORD ! Deliver me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth
of the wicked.
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