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A song of David written during the time he was running from his son Absalom.

Lord, I have so many enemies.
    So many people have turned against me.
They say to themselves, “God will not rescue him!” Selah

But you, Lord, protect me.
    You bring me honor;
    you give me hope.

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Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

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