PSALM 3. DOMINE QUID MULTIPLICATI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE

Lord, how do they increase
That hateful never cease
To breed my grievous trouble;
How many ones there be
That all against poor me
Their numbrous strength redouble.

Even multitudes be they
That to my soul do say,
No help for you remaineth
In God on whom you build,
Yet Lord Thou art my shield,
In Thee my glory reigneth.

The Lord lifts up my head;
To Him my voice I spread;
From holy hill He heard me.
I laid me down and slept
For He me safely kept
And safe again He reared me.

I will not be afraid
Though legions round be laid,
Which all against me gather.
I say no more but this:
Up Lord now time it is,
Help me my God and Father.

For Thou with cruel blows
On jaw-bones of my foes
My causeless wrongs hast wroken.
Thou those men's teeth which bite,
Venomed with godless spite,
Hast in their malice broken.

Salvation doth belong
Unto the Lord most strong;
He is He that defendeth;
And on those blessed same
Which bear His people's name
His blessing He extendeth.

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