1 O Lord, how are my foes increas'd,
who vex me more and more?
They break my heart, when as they say,
God can him not restore.
2 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
when I am hard bestead,
My worship and my honuor both,
and thou hold'st up my head.
3 Then with my voice unto the Lord
I did both call and cry;
And he out of his holy hill
did here me instantly.
4 I laid me down, and quietly
I slept and rose again,
For why? I know assuredly,
the Lord did me sustain.
5 If thousands up against me rise,
I will not be afraid;
For thou art still my Lord and God,
my Saviuor and my aid.
6 Rise up therefore, save me, my God,
to thee I make my prayer,
For thou hast broke the cheeks and teeth
of all that wicked are.
7 Salvation only doth belong
to thee, O Lord, above,
Who on thy people dost bestow
thy blessing and thy love.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #III