Глава 3

1. Lord, how are they increased that trouble mee? many are they that rise vp against me.
2. Many there bee which say of my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
3. But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
5. I layd me downe and slept; I awaked, for the Lord sustained me.
6. I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that haue set themselues against me round about.
7. Arise, O Lord, saue mee, O my God; for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly.
8. Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord: thy blessing is vpon thy people. Selah.