Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen 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 say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break 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 comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
