Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David when fled he from before - Absalom son his. O Yahweh how! they are many opponents my many [people] [are] rising up on 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 [people] [are] saying of self my there not [is] deliverance 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 And you O Yahweh [are] a shield behind me honor my and [the one who] lifts up head my.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 Voice my to Yahweh I called out and he answered me from [the] mountain of holiness his (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I I lay down and I slept! I awoke for Yahweh he sustains me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 Not I will be afraid from ten thousands of people who all around they have taken a stand on me.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Arise! O Yahweh - save me O God my for you have struck all enemies my jaw [the] teeth of wicked [people] you have broken.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 [belongs] to Yahweh deliverance [is] towards people your blessing your (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
