Psalms 3
1 Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
`The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Arise, O Jehovah. Save me, O my God. For thou have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone. Thou have broken the teeth of the wicked.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
