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Psalm 3

LM · 8·8·8·8

A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

1 O Lord, how many are my foes?

how many up against me stand?

2 Many say to my soul, No help

in God for him at any hand. Selah.

3 But thou, Lord, art my shield, m’ glory,

and the uplifter of my head.

4 With voice to God I call’d, who from

his holy hill me answered. Selah.

5 I laid me down, I slept, I wak’d,

for Jehovah did me up bear.

6 People that set against me round,

ten thousand of them I’ll not fear.

7 Arise, O Lord, save me my God,

for all mine en’mies thou hast stroke

upon the cheek bone; and the teeth

of the ungodly thou hast broke.

8 This, and all such salvation,

belongeth unto Jehovah:

thy blessing is, and let it be

upon thine own people. Selah.