O Lord, how are my foes increased? Against me many rise

1 O Lord, how are my foes increased?
against me many rise.
2 Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succor lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,
th' uplifter of mine head.
4 I cried, and, from his holy hill,
the Lord me answer made.

5 I laid me down and slept; I waked,
for God sustainèd me.
6 I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
for thou my foes hast stroke
All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth
of wicked men hast broke.

8 Salvätion doth appertain
unto the Lord alone:
Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.

Source: Foundations Psalter: 1650 Scottish Psalter #3

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