Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they 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 say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast 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 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
