Psalm three
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me
Many are they that rise up against me
Many there be which say of my soul
There is no help for him in God
But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me
My glory, and the lifter of mine head
I cried unto the Lord with my voice
And he heard me out of his holy hill
I laid me down and slept
I awaked, for the Lord sustained me
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
That have set themselves against me round about
Arise, O Lord, save me, O my God
For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone
Thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord
Thy blessing is upon thy people