R.) The Lord upholds me.
How many are my foes, O Lord! How many are rising up against me! How many are saying about me: “There is no help for him in God.” (R.)
But you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, who lift up my head. I cry aloud to the Lord. He answers from his holy mountain. (R.)
I lie down to rest and I sleep. I wake, for the Lord upholds me. I will not fear even thousands of people who are ranged on every side against me. (R.)