1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom.
2 Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
3 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
4 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
5 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
6 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
7 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
8 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Job Proverbs Ecclesiastes
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