Domine, quid multiplicati?
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me *
many are they that rise against me.
Many one there be that say of my soul *
There is no help for him in his God.
But thou, O Lord, art my defender *
thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.
I did call upon the Lord with my voice *
and he heard me out of his holy hill.
I laid me down and slept, and rose up again *
for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people *
that have set themselves against me round about.
Up, Lord, and help me, O my God *
for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheekbone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord *
and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Hear me when I call, O God of my righteousness *
thou hast set me at liberty when I was in trouble; have mercy upon me, and hearken unto my prayer.
O ye sons of men, how long will ye blaspheme mine honour *
and have such pleasure in vanity, and seek after leasing?
Know this also, that the Lord hath chosen to himself the man that is godly *
when I call upon the Lord, he will hear me.
Stand in awe, and sin not *
commune with your own heart, and in your chamber, and be still.
Offer the sacrifice of righteousness *
and put your trust in the Lord.
There be many that say *
Who will shew us any good?
Lord, lift thou up *
the light of thy countenance upon us.
Thou hast put gladness in my heart *
since the time that their corn and wine and oil increased.
I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest *
for it is thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.