1 God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
2 "Hah! No help for him from God!"
3 You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
4 His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
5 Then I'm up again—rested, tall and steady,
6 Coming at me from all sides.
7 Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!
8 Your blessing clothes your people!
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