Psalm 3

O LORD, how many are my foes!

How many up against me rise!

They all are saying now of me,

“In vain he on his God relies.”

But you are my protector, LORD;

You are a shield around me spread.

My glory comes from you alone,

The one who raises up my head.

When to the LORD I lift my voice,

In face of those who hate me still,

The LORD will hear my cry to him

And answer from his holy hill.

I settle down and sleep in peace;

I wake in God’s upholding hand.

I will not fear ten thousand foes

Who circling round against me stand.

Arise, O LORD! Save me, my God!

Deliver for your mercy’s sake!

Strike all my en’mies on the jaw;

The wicked’s teeth in pieces break.

The LORD alone deliverance sends;

No other source of help have we.

Therefore upon your people all

May your eternal blessing be.