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.