Psalms 3:1-8

O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise. Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies. Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head. I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made. I laid me down and slept; I wak'd; for God sustained me. I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke. Salvation doth appertain unto the Lord alone: Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.