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Psalms 3
When he was escaping from his son Absalom
1 Yahweh, more and more are turning against me, more and more are rebelling against me,
2 more and more saying about me, ‘There is no help from him in his God’. (pause)
3 But, Yahweh, my encircling shield, my glory, you help me hold up my head.
4 Loudly I cry to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (pause)
5 Now I can lie down and go to sleep and then awake, for Yahweh has hold of me:
6 no fear now of those tens of thousands posted against me wherever I turn.
7 Rise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! You hack all my enemies to the cheekbone, you break the teeth of the wicked.
8 From Yahweh, rescue. On your people, blessing! (pause)