Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
Psalmus David, cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. [Domine, quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? Multi insurgunt adversum me;
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.]
