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How numerous are my foes,

They increase to trouble me;

So much as attacking grows,

And too numerous to see.


Some say God will deliver,

Others say no help from God;

He is an unbeliever,

And having been badly flawed.


But the Lord will protect me,

Because He is a true shield;

His glory will set me free,

Restored where it has been sealed.


I hear His voice on the hill,

Answering me from my cry;

Because I was feeling ill,

Exhausted from where I lie.


But I rested as I slept,

Knowing the Lord protects me;

Like a mother hen He kept,

He had honored my sad plea.


I fear not the multitude,

People ready to attack;

They have a bad attitude,

The righteousness that they lack.


I ask the Lord to arise,

Save me from times of trial;

Let not this be my demise,

Let it not be Your denial.


The teeth of wicked can break,

Making them blind of their eyes;

And swallowed by an earthquake,

For causing their own demise.


The Lord saves and shows favor,

On His people gives blessing;

By giving us a Savior,

Salvation through forgiving.

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