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?
Psalmus David, Cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? multi insurgunt adversum me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo eius.
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
Tu autem Domine susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum: et exurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me: exurge Domine: salvum me fac Deus meus.
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.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa: dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Domini est salus: et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
