1 Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of me,
“God will not deliver him. ”
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
May your blessing be on your people.
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