Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? 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 to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
