O Lord, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me;
Many are saying to me, “There is no help for you in God.”
But you, O Lord, are a shield around me,
My glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
I cry aloud to the Lord, and He answers me from His holy hill.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the Lord sustains me.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around.
Rise up, O Lord!
Deliver me, O my God!
For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
Deliverance belongs to the Lord; may your blessing be on your people!

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. Luke 10:18