P S A L . I I I (3)
2 Many say to my soule: there is no helpe for him in God. Selah.
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for mee: my glory and the lifter up of mine head.
4 I did call unto the Lord with my voyce: and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.
5 I laid me downe and slept, and rose up againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 I will not be afraid for ten thousand of the people that should beset me round about.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord, and thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.