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Lord, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me! Many are saying of me, “God will not deliver him. But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high. I call out to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain. I lie down and sleep; I wake again,
because the Lord sustains me. I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.  Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked. From the Lord comes deliverance. May your blessing be on your people.





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