Domine, quid multiplicati?
Lord, how they are increased who trouble me; *
many are those who rise against me.
Many there are who say of my soul, *
“There is no help for him in his God.”
But you, O Lord, are my defender; *
you are my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
I called upon the Lord with my voice, *
and he heard me from his holy hill.
I lay down and slept, and rose up again, *
for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people *
who have set themselves against me round about.
Rise up, O Lord, and help me, O my God; *
for you smite all my enemies on the cheek-bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Salvation belongs to the Lord; *
may your blessing be upon your people.
Hear me when I call, O God of my righteousness; *
you set me free when I was in trouble; have mercy upon me, and hear my prayer.
O you children of men, how long will you blaspheme my honor *
and have such pleasure in vanity, and seek after falsehood?
Know this also, that the Lord has chosen for himself the one that is godly; *
when I call upon the Lord, he will hear me.
Stand in awe, and sin not; *
commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.
Offer the sacrifice of righteousness *
and put your trust in the Lord.
There are many that say, “Who will show us any good?” *
Lord, lift up the light of your countenance upon us.
You have put gladness in my heart, *
more than when others’ grain and wine and oil increased.
I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest; *
for you, Lord, only, make me dwell in safety.