Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Psalmus David, cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine, quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? Multi insurgunt adversum me;
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
