Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up 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 there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation 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, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, 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 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
