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1How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many. 2Many are those who say of me, There is no help for him in his God.” Selah 3But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head. 4When loudly I call to the , Lordfrom his holy hill he gives answer. Selah 5I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the sustains Lordme. 6I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side. 7Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.