Oh Yahweh, how many oppressors are multiplying, how many plot against me are increasing!
The number of those who say of me, "The Creator will never protect him," is growing.
But you, oh Yahweh, are my defense, my strength, and the one who sets my countenance high.
I call out to Yahweh, and from his holy mountain he answers me.
When I lie down, I fall asleep. I wake again, for it is Yahweh who drives me.
I am not afraid of the many challenges that surround me.
Lift up your hand in my favor, oh Yahweh. Save me, my Redeemer! Destroy the obstacles in this battle, and break down the walls.
Salvation comes from Yahweh. And your blessing is upon those who belong to you.
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