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Psalms 3. Domine, quid multiplicati?
LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! * many are they
that rise against me.
2 Many one there be that say of my soul, * There is no help for
him in his God.
3 But thou, O LORD, art my defender; * thou art my worship, and
the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call upon the LORD with my voice, * and he heard me out
of his holy hill.
5 I laid me down and slept, and rose up again; * for the LORD
sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people, * that
have set themselves against me round about.
7 UP, LORD, and help me, O my God, * for thou smitest all mine
enemies upon the cheek-bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the
ungodly.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; * and thy blessing is upon
thy people.
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