The Devil whispers lies to me;
He shouts to blame and to accuse.
He says to me, “Your hope should flee–
Your God will not help you!”
But Yahweh is a shield from him;
My Glory raises up my head.
I shout above the Devil’s din
To hear the truth instead.
Though thousands of demons may storm,
Your strike will break all of their teeth.
Salvation belongs to the LORD;
His blessing is on me.