3-4 But you, God, shield me on all sides;You ground my feet, you lift my head high;With all my might I shout up to God,His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
5-6 I stretch myself out. I sleep.Then I’m up again—rested, tall and steady,Fearless before the enemy mobsComing at me from all sides.
7 Up, God! My God, help me!Slap their faces,First this cheek, then the other,Your fist hard in their teeth!
8 Real help comes from God.Your blessing clothes your people!