How many are my foes, O Lord?
How many against me rise up?
How many say about my soul, there is no help for him in God?
But you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory who will lift my head up.
I cry to the Lord aloud, who answers from his holy mountain.
When I lie down, I rest in peace.
And when I rise, you still hold me.
I will not fear a thousand strong, who range on every side against me.
For you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory who will lift my head up.
I cry to the Lord aloud, who answers from his holy mountain.
Arise, O Lord, save me, O my God.
You strike my foes upon their mouth.
You break their teeth, shatter all their lies.
Lord of salvation, rescue me.
For you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory who will lift my head up.
I cry to the Lord aloud, who answers from his holy mountain.
Yes, you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory who will lift my head up.
I cry to the Lord aloud, who answers from his holy mountain.
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