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.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, 'art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 My voice 'is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
5 I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
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