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A melody of David when he was fleeing from his son Abʹsa·lom.

3 O Jehovah, why have my adversaries become so numerous?

Why are so many rising up against me?

2 Many are saying about me:*

“God will not save him.” (Selah)*

3 But you, O Jehovah, are a shield around me,

My glory and the One who lifts up my head.

4 I will call aloud to Jehovah,

And he will answer me from his holy mountain. (Selah)

5 I will lie down and sleep;

And I will wake up in safety,

For Jehovah continues to support me.

6 I am not afraid of the tens of thousands

Lined up against me on every side.

7 Rise up, O Jehovah! Save me, O my God!

For you will strike all my enemies on the jaw;

You will break the teeth of the wicked.

8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah.

Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)