< Psalms 3 >
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many 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 say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help 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 people, who beset me round about.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.