Psalms

Psalms 3; 1-8

Lord how my enemies have multiplied !

Many rise up against me ,

many there are who say of me ,

"God will not bring him victory."

But thou , Lord art a shield to cover me ;

thou art my glory , and thou dost raise my head high.

I cry aloud to the Lord ,

and He answers me from His holy mountain.

I lie down and sleep,

and I wake again , for the Lord upholds me.

I will not fear the nations in their myriads

who set on me from all sides.

Rise up , Lord ; save ME , O my God.

Thou dost strike all my foes across the face

and breakest the teeth of the wicked.

Thine is the victory , O Lord ,

and may the blessing rest upon thy people.