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God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:
"Hah! No help for him from God!"
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But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
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I stretch myself out. I sleep.
Then I'm up again - rested, tall and steady,
Fearless before the enemy mobs
Coming at me from all sides.
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Up, God! My God, help me!
Slap their faces,
First this cheek, then the other,
Your fist hard in their teeth!
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Real help comes from God.
Your blessing clothes your people!