Psalm 3

Merciful One,

my thoughts are my foes

they rise up and cloud my mind;

they taunt me, saying,

“Godde doesn't care about you.”

But I know,

somewhere in the heart of me, I know

that you are my protection, you are my glory –

my hidden self communes with you.

I call out to you, O Holy One,

you answer me from your sacred dwelling.

I lie down and sleep; I wake again

because you sustain me.

Though I am overcome by a thousand

anxious thoughts, I will not fear.

You rise up within me,

Gracious One, you deliver me,

scattering oppressive thoughts

breaking the power of doubt.

From you, Holy One, comes deliverance

May you always bless your people with your presence.