Psalm 3

^1-2God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
   Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:
   "Hah! No help for him from God!"

^3-4    But you, GOD, shield me on all sides;
   You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
   With all my might I shout up to God,
   His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

^5-6    I stretch myself out. I sleep.
   Then I'm up again—rested, tall and steady,
   Fearless before the enemy mobs
   Coming at me from all sides.

⁷    Up, GOD! My God, help me!
   Slap their faces,
   First this cheek, then the other,
   Your fist hard in their teeth!

⁸    Real help comes from GOD.
   Your blessing clothes your people!