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1  A psalm of David, written when he fled from his son Absalom. 
Lord, how numerous are my enemies! 
Many attack me. 
2  Many say about me, 
“God will not deliver him.” (Selah) 
3  But you,  Lord, are a shield that protects me; 
you are my glory and the one who restores me. 
4  To the Lord I cried out,  
and he answered me from his holy hill. (Selah) 
5  I rested and slept; 
I awoke, for the Lord protects me. 
6  I am not afraid of the multitude of people 
who attack me from all directions. 
7  Rise up,  Lord! 
Deliver me, my God! 
Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw; 
you will break the teeth of the wicked. 
8  The Lord delivers; 
you show favor to your people. (Selah)