Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that 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 my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
