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!