if the Lord had not been on our side when people attacked us,
Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me; they pierce my hands and my feet.
The wicked lie in wait for the righteous, intent on putting them to death;
Lord, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me!
Many are saying of me, “God will not deliver him.”
In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise—