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  • 2 God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:"Hah! No help for him from God!"
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  • 4 But you, God, shield me on all sides;You ground my feet, you lift my head high;With all my might I shout up to God,His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
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  • 6 I stretch myself out. I sleep.Then I'm up again—rested, tall and steady,Fearless before the enemy mobsComing at me from all sides.
  • 7 Up, God! My God, help me!Slap their faces,First this cheek, then the other,Your fist hard in their teeth!
  • 8 Real help comes from God.Your blessing clothes your people!
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