2Many men say of my soul, None health there is to him in his God.
3But thou, Lord, art mine up-taker; my glory, and enhancing mine head.
4With my voice I cried to the Lord; and he heard me from his holy hill.
5I slept, and rested, and I rose up; for the Lord received me.
6I shall not dread thousands of people encompassing me;
7Lord, arise thou; my God, make me safe. For thou hast smitten all men being adversaries to me without cause; thou hast all-broken the teeth of sinners.
8Health is of the Lord; and thy blessing is on thy people.