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A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom.
1 Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” Selah.
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. Selah.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. Selah.