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Domine, quid multiplicatiBCP p. 5871Lord, how many adversaries I have! *how many there are who rise up against me!
2How many there are who say of me, *“There is no help for him in his God.”
3But you, O Lord, are a shield about me; *you are my glory, the one who lifts up my head.
4I call aloud upon the Lord, *and he answers me from his holy hill;
5I lie down and go to sleep; *I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6I do not fear the multitudes of people *who set themselves against me all around.
7Rise up, O Lord; set me free, O my God; *surely, you will strike all my enemies across the face, you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8Deliverance belongs to the Lord. *Your blessing be upon your people!