(by David, when he pretended to be insane before Abimelech, who drove him away, and he departed.) I will bless the Lord at all times. The poor man cried, and the Lord helped him as he cried. The angels of the Lord encamp around all those who fear and honor him. How good is the Lord. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. Contend, Lord, with those who contend with me. Take hold of shield and buckler, brandish the spear and lance. The angel of the Lord will drive them on, pursue them; I go about mourning and bowed down.
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