Psalm 3

Chant Psalter

Natural Speech Rhythm

1 Lord, how are they in- | creased that | trouble • me! ||

many are | they that | rise a- | gainst me. ||

2 Many one there be that | 3 say of • my | soul, ||

There is no | help • for him | in his | God. ||

3 But thou, O | Lord, art • my de- | fender; ||

thou art my worship, and the | lifter | 3 up of • my | head. ||

4 I did call upon the | Lord • with my | voice, ||

and he | heard me • out of his | holy | hill. ||

5 I laid me | down and | slept, ||

and rose up a- | gain; • for the | Lord sus- | tained me. ||

6 I will not be afraid for ten | thousands • of the | people, ||

that have set themselves a- | gainst me | round a- | bout. ||

7 Up, Lord, and | help me, • O my | God, ||

for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek-bone; * thou hast | 3 broken the | teeth of • the un- | godly. ||

8 Salvation be- | longeth • unto the | Lord; ||

and thy | blessing • is up- | on thy | people. ||

Glory | be • to the | Father, ||

and to the Son, | and • to the | Holy | Ghost; ||

As it | was in • the be- | ginning, ||

is now, and ever shall be, * | world with•out | end. A- | men. ||