From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650
1 O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise. 2 Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies. 3 Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head. 4 I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made. 5 I laid me down and slept; I wak'd; for God sustained 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 Salvation doth appertain unto the Lord alone: Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.
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