Psalm 3, Chant A

 

Psalm 3   Domine, quid multiplicati

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

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

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

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

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

6 I do not fear the multitudes of peo-ple *
who set themselves against me all a-round.

7 Rise 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 wic-ked.

8 Deliverance belongs to the LORD. *
Your blessing be up-on your peo-ple!

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spir-it: *
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ev-er. A-men .