Psalm 3

1        O Lord, how are my foes increas'd?

                   against me many rise.

2        Many say of my soul, For him

                   in God no succour lies.

3        Yet thou my shield and glory art,

                   th' uplifter of mine head.

4        I cry'd, and, from his holy hill,

                   the Lord me answer made.

5        I laid me down and slept, I wak'd;

                   for God sustained me.

6        I will not fear though thousands ten

                   set round against me be.

7        Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;

                   for thou my foes hast stroke

          All on the cheekbone, and the teeth

                   of wicked men hast broke.

8        Salvation doth appertain

                   unto the Lord alone:

          Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore

                   thy people is upon.