A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.
1 Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of me,
# “God will not deliver him.”
3 But you,Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to theLord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
5 I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because theLordsustains me.
6 I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
7 Arise,Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
8 From theLordcomes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.
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