Domine, quid multiplicati?

LORD, how are they increased that | trouble me!

* many are | they that rise against me.

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

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

3 But thou, O LORD, art | my defender;

* thou art my worship, and the lifter | 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 again;

* for the | LORD sustain-ed me.

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

* that have set themselves a- | -gainst me round about.

7 Up, LORD, and help me, | O my God,

* for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek-bone; thou hast broken the | teeth of the ungodly.

8 Salvation belongeth | unto• the LORD;

* and thy blessing | is upon thy people.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.