1: GOD! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
2: Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery: "Hah! No help for him from God!"
3: But you, GOD, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
4: With all my might I shout up to GOD, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
5: I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I'm up again--rested, tall and steady,
6: Fearless before the enemy mobs Coming 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!