My troubles rise on every side; Many stand against my name. They say no help will come from heaven, That I will fall beneath the shame. But You, Lord, are a shield around me, My glory, the lifter of my head. I called aloud toward Your holy hill; You heard the cry I raised. I lay down and sleep in danger; I wake because You carry me. Though ten thousand close around me, Their number will not master me. Arise, O Lord, and bring salvation. Break the power that devours. Salvation belongs to the Lord alone; Let blessing rest upon Your people. You, Lord, are a shield around me, My glory, the lifter of my head. I lay down, I wake, I will not fear; Your hand sustains me yet.