Psalm 3: Domine, quid multiplicati

LORD, how many adversaries I have! *

how many there are who rise up against me!

How many there are who say of me, *

"There is no help for him in his God."

But you, O LORD, are a shield about me; *

you are my glory, the one who lifts up my head.

I call aloud upon the LORD, *

and he answers me from his holy hill;

I lie down and go to sleep; *

I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

I do not fear the multitudes of people *

who set themselves against me all around.

Rise up, O LORD; set me free, O my God; *

surely, you will strike all my enemies across the face,

you will break the teeth of the wicked.

Deliverance belongs to the LORD. *

Your blessing be upon your people!