1 How countless stand my foes, O Lord!
How countless those against me, God!
2 How countless are those telling me,
‘His God won’t give him salvation! ’
3 But Yahweh is my shield beside,
My glory, holding my head high!
4 Whenev’r I cry to Yahweh, He
Answers from His holy mountain.
5 After I sleep, I shall wake up,
For Yahweh sustains me always.
6 I don’t fear people in thousands
Who stand against me when I turn.
7 Rescue me Yahweh, my dear God;
You strike my foes across their face;
You break the teeth of wicked ones.
8 In Yahweh, salvation is sure;
Your blessings rain on your people.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-16-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem