Psalm 3
Domine, quid multiplicati,
1 LORD, how are they increased that trouble me * many are they that rise against me.
2 Many one there be that say of my soul * There is no help for him in his God.
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defender * thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call upon the Lord with my voice * and he heard me out of his holy hill.
5 I laid me down and slept, and rose up again * for the Lord sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people * that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Up, Lord, and help me, O my God * for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheekbone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord * and thy blessing is upon thy people.