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[1] <A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne.> O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me
[2] Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah
[3] But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head
[4] I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah
[5] I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me
[6] I wyll not be afrayde of ten thousandes of the people: that haue set [them selues] against me rounde about
[7] Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly
[8] Saluation is of God: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah
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