
Psalm 3 - Domine, quid multiplicati?

1   Lord, how they are increased who trouble me; ◆
    many are those who rise against me.

2   Many there are who say of my soul, ◆
    “There is no help for him in his God.”

3   But you, O Lord, are my defender; ◆
    you are my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

4   I called upon the Lord with my voice, ◆
    and he heard me from his holy hill.

5   I lay down and slept, and rose up again, ◆
    for the Lord sustained me.

6   I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people ◆
    who have set themselves against me round about.

7   Rise up, O Lord, and help me, O my God; ◆
    for you smite all my enemies on the cheek-bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.

8   Salvation belongs to the Lord; ◆
    may your blessing be upon your people.
