Psalm 3

1. How countless are my foes!
   How many, LORD, are those
   now rising to accuse me!
   All point at me and shout,
   “God will not help him out!”
   They with their taunts abuse me.
   But you, O LORD, will be
   a shield to cover me
   when I am faint and weary,
   for when you hear me sigh,
   you lift my head up high;
   you are my power and glory.
   
   
2. I cry to God, and he
   from Zion answers me;
   I will not be forsaken.
   In him I put my trust:
   I go to sleep and rest
   until at dawn I waken.
   By thousands I’m beset,
   but God will not forget
   to be my strength and tower.
   Though foes in fierce array
   encircle me as prey,
   I do not fear their power.
   
   
3. Arise, O God of might,
   and put my foes to flight.
   Let all their host be scattered!
   For you uphold my cause:
   you strike them on their jaws
   and leave their teeth all shattered.
   The Lord will ever be
   the one who sets us free
   when enemies oppress us.
   O God in whom we trust,
   in you shall we find rest.
   May you forever bless us.