Psalms 3. 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, Sela. But thou, O Lord, art a
shield from me, my glory, and the lifter up of
mine head. I cried unto the Lord with my voice,
and he heard me, out of his holy hill, Sela.
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.