I cry aloud to the Lord
Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
If You don’t answer me I’ll lose
Many are saying of me
“God will not deliver him”
But you, Lord, are a shield around me
My glory, the One who lifts my head high, my Holy dream
I call out to the Lord
And He answers me from His Holy hill
I lie down and sleep
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me still
I will not fear though tens of thousands
Assail me on every side
Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God!
Show them that I’m right!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw
Break the teeth of the wicked
From the Lord comes deliverance
May Your blessing be on Your people. Do it.
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