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.
Psalmus David, cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine, quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? Multi insurgunt adversum me;
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
