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¹ A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lorde, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?² Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.³ But thou Lorde art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.

⁴ I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, & he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.⁵ I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.⁶ I will not be afrayde 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 vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.⁸ Saluation belongeth vnto the Lorde, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.