Psalm 3

O Lord, how are my foes increast,
that vex me grievously?
And those that up against me rise,
how do they multiply?
How many are there to my soul
that vaunt and boldly say?
God shall not save him, whom he makes
his only help and stay.

But thou Jehovah art a shield
which compasseth me round,
My glory, and the raiser of
mine head I have thee found.
Unto the Lord I lifted up
my voice, and loud did cry,
And he out of his holy hill
answer'd me by and by.

I laid me down, and quietly
I slept and rose again,
Because Jehovah doth himself
mine heart and state sustain.
If of the people presently
ten thousand round about
In good array against me stood,
I would not fear or doubt.

Rise, Lord, save me my God, thou smot'st
the jaws of all my foes,
And brok'st the teeth of wicked men,
that up against me rose.
Unto the Lord Jehovah be
ascrib'd salvation;
Thine own elected people let
thy blessing be upon.