Psalm 3

MY foes, how many Lord are they!
What swarmes of them there be!
And of my soul, how many say,
In God no part hath he!
Yet thou art, Lord, my praise, my gard;
Thou didst my head vprear:
And from thy holy-hill, hast heard,
What my entreaties were.

I lay & slept, & safe arose;
Because thou brought'st me ayd:
And though tenn thousands me enclose,
I will not be afraid.
Rise, Lord my God; & from all foes
Me safe, now also, make:
Their Jaw-bone smite, & let thy blows
The teeth of Sinners breake.

For, saving health, alone to thee,
To thee, oh Lord, pertaines:
And whosoe're thy people be,
Thy peace on them remaines.