1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me? many [are] they that rise up against me.
2 Many [there are] who say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. Selah.
3 But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. Selah.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
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