Psalm 3: O Lord, behold my enemies
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O Lord, behold my enemies
Advancing now against me;
They say, together, in their soul
His hope in God is empty!’
My sunken head is raised up high
For God, my strong defender,
Is both my glory and my shield.
So when I sigh and raise my cry
He answers me from holy Zion.
When I lie down and close my eyes
The Lord observes me sleeping;
I need not ever be afraid
For He my soul is keeping.
Arise, O Lord, confound the throng
Which gathers all around me.
Strike all the wicked on their cheek;
For their mischief shatter their teeth,
Then save and rescue Your own people.
Steve Layfield
