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Psalm 3

1] O Maratrea, how numerous are the enemies of your Cause; many are they who attack me.
2] Many there be who say of us, There is no salvation for them in their Goddess. Laudate
3] But you, O Maratrea, are my Protector; my splendour, and the one who lifts me up to star-topped mountains
4] I cried unto Maratrea with my voice, and she heard me out of her sacred mountain. Laudate
5] I lay down to sleep, then awaken; for Maratrea is the source of my self-sustaining nature.
6] I shall fear not the myriad encircling me, joining in attacking me.
7] Your favour will arise, O Maratrea, to deliver me, O my Goddess, through your favour for your Cause:
          for you shall strike all those who hate us without cause
               the citadels of the enmity you shall shatter
8] Deliverance is of Maratrea, and your favour is upon your people. Laudate