LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! * many are they that rise against me.
 
Many one there be that say of my soul, * There is no help for him in his God.
 
But thou, O LORD, art my defender; * thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.
 
I did call upon the LORD with my voice, * and he heard me out of his holy hill.
 
I laid me down and slept, and rose up again; * for the LORD sustained me.
 
I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people; * that have set themselves against me round about.
 
Up, LORD, and help me, O my God, * for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek-bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
 
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; * and thy blessing is upon thy people.

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