1 O LORD, my foes are multiplied;
Against me many rise!
They say of me, "He has no help,
Though he on God relies."
2 But You, my shield and glory, LORD,
My head You lifted high.
And from His holy hill the LORD
Gave answer to my cry.
3 I lay down, slept, and woke again;
The LORD sustains my life.
I will not fear ten thousand strong
Surrounding me with strife.
4 LORD, rise and save me, O my God;
For You subdue my foes!
You strike the jaw of wicked men,
And smash their teeth with blows.
5 Deliverance is of the LORD,
To grant it as He will;
O may the blessing that You give
Be on Your people still.
