[1] O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me[2]Many say of my soule: there is no saluation for it in God. Selah[3]But thou O God art a buckler for me: thou art my worship, and the lifter vp of my head[4]I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah[5]I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me[6]I wyll not be afrayde of ten thousandes of the people: that haue set [them selues] against me rounde about[7]Arise vp O God, saue thou me O my Lorde: for thou hast smitten all myne enemies vpon the cheeke bone, thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly[8]Saluation is of God: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah