Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling 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 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
