1 Lord, how many are my adversaries; ♦︎
many are they who rise up against me.
2 Many are they who say to my soul, ♦︎
There is no help for you in your God.
3 But you, Lord, are a shield about me; ♦︎
you are my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 When I cry aloud to the Lord, ♦︎
he will answer me from his holy hill;
5 I lie down and sleep and rise again, ♦︎
because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of hordes of the peoples ♦︎
that have set themselves against me all around.
7 Rise up, O Lord, and deliver me, O my God, ♦︎
for you strike all my enemies on the cheek
and break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to the Lord: ♦︎
may your blessing be upon your people.
1 In the Lord have I taken refuge; ♦︎
how then can you say to me,
Flee like a bird to the hills,
2 For see how the wicked bend the bow
and fit their arrows to the string, ♦︎
to shoot from the shadows at the true of heart.
3 When the foundations are destroyed, ♦︎
what can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple; ♦︎
the Lords throne is in heaven.
5 His eyes behold, ♦︎
his eyelids try every mortal being.
6 The Lord tries the righteous as well as the wicked, ♦︎
but those who delight in violence his soul abhors.
7 Upon the wicked he shall rain coals of fire
and burning sulphur; ♦︎
scorching wind shall be their portion to drink.
8 For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds, ♦︎
and those who are upright shall behold his face.