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