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Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

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But you, Lord, are a shield(A) around me,
    my glory, the One who lifts my head high.(B)
I call out to the Lord,(C)
    and he answers me from his holy mountain.(D)

I lie down and sleep;(E)
    I wake again,(F) because the Lord sustains me.

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