1 O Lord, how are my foes increased!
against me many rise.
2 Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succour lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,
the uplifter of mine head.
4 I cried, and, from his holy hill
the Lord me answer made.
5 I laid me down and slept, I waked,
for God sustained me.
6 I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
for thou hast struck my foes
upon the cheek; the wicked's teeth
hast broken by thy blows.
8 Salvation surely doth belong
unto the Lord alone;
thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.
Display Title: O Lord, How Are My Foes IncreasedFirst Line: O Lord, how are my foes increasedTune Title: BINGHAMMeter: CMSource: The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: The United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 5