Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise 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 soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken 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 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
