Žalmy 3

O Lord, how many are my foes! Many are rising against me;

many are saying of me, there is no help for him in God.

But thou, O Lord, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.

I cry aloud to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy hill.

I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the Lord sustains me.

I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me round about.

Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek, thou dost break the teeth of the wicked.

Deliverance belongs to the Lord; thy blessing be upon thy people!