Psalm 3 or
Coverdale
Domine, quid multiplicati

1LORD, how many adversaries I have! *
how many there are who rise up against me!

2How many there are who say of me, *
"There is no help for him in his God."

3But you, O LORD, are a shield about me; *
you are my glory, the one who lifts up my head.

4I call aloud upon the LORD, *
and he answers me from his holy hill;

5I lie down and go to sleep; *
I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

6I do not fear the multitudes of people *
who set themselves against me all around.

7Rise up, O LORD; set me free, O my God; *
surely, you will strike all my enemies across the face,
you will break the teeth of the wicked.

8Deliverance belongs to the LORD. *
Your blessing be upon your people!