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?
O IEOWA, ai imwintiti me toto, o ir me toto, me kanudi on ia!
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Me toto kin inda duen nen i, me dene jota jauaj pa i ren Kot. (Jela)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
A komui Ieowa pere pa i, o komui pan kotin kalinana ia da, o kamait ia la.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
I kin likwiri on Ieowa ki nil laud; o a kotin mani ai nidinid jan ni japwilim a dol jaraui.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I kin wonon, o mamair, o pirida, pwe Ieowa kin kotin kolekol ia.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I jota kin majak jaunpei nen pak toto, me kin kapil ia pena.
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.
Kom kotida Main, Ieowa o jauaj a ia, ai Kot! Pwe kom kotin pikir ai imwintiti karoj, o kawelar ni en me japun kan.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Ieowa me jauaj patail Kom kotin kamauiada japwilim omui aramaj akan! (Jela)
