A Psalm of David: When he fled from the Face of Absalom his Son

Lord, how my troublers multiply

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1 Lord, how my troublers multiply?
How many up against me rise?
2 Of my sad soul, how many say,
"His God to him no help supplies."
3 Yet Thou, O Lord, my glory art,
My shield, and raisest up my head.
4 I to Jehovah cried, who from
His holy hill me answered. (Selah)

5 I lay down, slept, and then awaked;
For up Jehovah did me bear:
6 Though people round against me set,
Ten thousands of them I'll not fear.
7 O Lord my God, to save me rise;
For all my foes have felt thy stroke
Upon their faces, and the teeth
Of the ungodly Thou hast broke.

8 Salvation wholly to the LORD,
Does and shall ever appertain;
And on thy people evermore
Thy blessing does and shall remain.

The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, 1758

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First Line: Lord, how my troublers multiply
Title: A Psalm of David: When he fled from the Face of Absalom his Son
Language: English

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