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Give sincere homage to the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in him. A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

All sheep and cattle, yes, and the animals of the field,

Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.

I know all the birds of the mountains. The wild animals of the field are mine.

For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.

Don't let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don't let the pit shut its mouth on me.

Abundance of grain shall be throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field.

He did marvelous things in the sight of their fathers, in the land of Egypt, in the field of Zoan.

how he set his signs in Egypt, his wonders in the field of Zoan,

The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.

Let the field and all that is in it exult! Then all the trees of the woods shall sing for joy

They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Jordan, that you turned back?

Behold, we heard of it in Ephrathah. We found it in the field of Jaar:

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.