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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.

Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

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