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 cheek-bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8. Salvation belongeth unto the Lord; *
   and thy blessing is upon thy people.