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[1]Thetitle of the thridde salm. `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone.
[2]Lord,whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
[3]manymen rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
[4]Butthou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
[5]Withmy vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
[6]Islepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
[7]Ischal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
[8]Forthou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
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