1 O Lord, how are my foes increased,
which vex me more and more?
2 They kill mine heart when as they say,
God can him not restore,
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defense,
when I am hard bested:
My worship and mine honor both,
and thou holdst up mine head.
4 Then with my voice upon the Lord,
I did both call and cry:
And he out of his holy hill
did hear me by and by.
5 I laid me down, and quietly
I slept and rose again:
For why? I know assuredly
The Lord will me sustain.
6 If ten thousand had hemmed me in,
I could not be afraid:
For thou art still my Lord, my God,
my Savior and mine aid.
7 Rise up therefore, save my God,
for now to thee I call:
For thou hast broke the cheeks and teeth
of these wicked men all.
8 Salvation only doth belong
to thee, O Lord above:
Thou dost bestow upon they folk
thy blessing and thy love.
