Psalms 3

1 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me. 2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause. 3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head. 4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause. 5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me. 6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about. 7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause my enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners. 8 Deliverance is the Lord’s, and your blessing is upon your people.