P  S  A  L .   I  I  I   (3)

A Psalme of David, when he fled from his sonne Absalom.

1   Lord, how are mine adversaries increased: how many rise against me?
2   Many say to my soule: there is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
3   But thou Lord art a buckler for mee: my glory and the lifter up of mine head.
4   I did call unto the Lord with my voyce: and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.
5   I laid me downe and slept, and rose up againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6   I will not be afraid for ten thousand of the people that should beset me round about.
7   O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8   Salvation belongeth unto the Lord, and thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.

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