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| | Psa 3:1 | A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
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| | Psa 3:2 | Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
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| | Psa 3:3 | And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
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| | Psa 3:4 | My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
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| | Psa 3:5 | I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
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| | Psa 3:6 | I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
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| | Psa 3:7 | Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
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| | Psa 3:8 | Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah.
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