Psalm 3

Domine, quid multiplicati
1
Lord, how many adversaries I have! *
how many there are who rise up against me!
2
How many there are who say of me, *
“There is no help for him in his God.”
3
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me; *
you are my glory, the one who lifts up my head.
4
I call aloud upon the Lord, *
and he answers me from his holy hill;
5
I lie down and go to sleep; *
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6
I do not fear the multitudes of people *
who set themselves against me all around.
7
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.
8
Deliverance belongs to the Lord. *
Your blessing be upon your people!