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?
Ko e Saame ʻa Tevita, ʻi heʻene hola meia ʻApisalomi ko hono foha. ʻE Sihova, kuo tupu ʻo tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻoku fakamamahiʻi au! ʻOku tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻaia ʻoku tuʻu hake ʻo angatuʻu kiate au.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
ʻOku tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻaia ʻoku pehē ki hoku laumālie, “ʻOku ʻikai ha tokoni kiate ia ʻi he ʻOtua.” (Sila)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
Ka ko koe, ʻE Sihova, ko e fakaū kiate au; ko hoku nāunau, mo e hiki hake ʻa hoku ʻulu.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
Naʻaku tangi kia Sihova ʻaki hoku leʻo, pea naʻa ne ongoʻi au mei hono moʻunga māʻoniʻoni. (Sila)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
Ne u tokoto hifo ʻo mohe; pea u ʻā hake; he ko Sihova naʻa ne tokoniʻi au.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
ʻE ʻikai te u manavahē ʻi he ngaahi toko mano ʻoe kakai, ʻaia ʻoku angatuʻu ʻo kāpui au.
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.
Tuʻu hake, ʻE Sihova; fakamoʻui au, ʻE hoku ʻOtua: he kuo ke taaʻi hoku ngaahi fili kotoa pē ʻi honau hui kouʻahe kuo ke fesiʻi ʻae kau nifo ʻoe angakovi.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
ʻOku ʻia Sihova ʻae fakamoʻui: ko hoʻo tāpuaki ʻoku ʻi hoʻo kakai. (Sila)
