1 O Lord, how are my foes increas'd?against me many rise.
2 Many say of my soul, For himin God no succour lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,th' uplifter of mine head.
4 I cry'd, and, from his holy hill,the Lord me answer made.
5 I laid me down and slept; I wak'd;for God sustained me.
6 I will not fear though thousands tenset round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;for thou my foes hast strokeAll on the cheek-bone, and the teethof wicked men hast broke.
8 Salvation doth appertainunto the Lord alone:Thy blessing, Lord, for evermorethy people is upon.