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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.

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Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

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