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3:1 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.
3:2 Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
3:3 And Thou, O Jehovah, <FI>art<Fi> a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
3:4 My voice <FI>is<Fi> unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
3:5 I--I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
3:6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
3:7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies <FI>on<Fi> the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
3:8 Of Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> this salvation; On Thy people <FI>is<Fi> Thy blessing! Selah.