1 | Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up
against me.
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2 | Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God.
Selah.
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3 | But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of
mine head.
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4 | I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill.
Selah.
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5 | I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.
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6 | I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves
against me round about.
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7 | Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies
upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
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8 | Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people.
Selah.
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