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.
Lord, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me!
Many are saying of me, “God will not deliver him.”
The wicked lie in wait for the righteous, intent on putting them to death;
In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise—