O Lord how are my foes increast, which vexe me more and more! they kill my heart, when as they say, God can him not restore. But thou O Lord art my defence, when I am hard bested, my worship and mine honour both, and thou holdst vp my head. Then with my voice vnto the Lord I did both call and cry: And he out of his holy hill did heare me by and by. I laid me downe and quietly I slept and rose againe: For why? I know assuredly, the Lord wil me sustaine. If ten thousand had hem'd me in, I could not be afraid: For thou art still my Lord my God, my Sauiour and my aid. Rise vp therefore, saue me my God, for now to thee I call: For thou hast broke the cheekes & teeth of these wicked men all. Saluation only doth belong to thee O Lord aboue: Thou dost bestow vpon thy folke thy blessing and thy loue.