Psalms 3
1 `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
Psalam. Davidov. Kad je David bježao pred sinom Abšalomom. Jahve, koliko je tlačitelja mojih, koliki se podižu na me!
2 many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
Mnogi su što o meni zbore: “Nema mu spasenja u Bogu!”
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
Ti si ipak štit moj, Jahve; slavo moja, ti mi glavu podižeš.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
Iza sveg glasa Jahvi zavapih, i on me usliša sa svete gore svoje.
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
Sad mogu leć' i usnuti, i onda ustat' jer me Jahve drži.
6 I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
Ne bojim se tisuća ljudi što me opsjedaju dušmanski.
7 For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
Ustani, o Jahve! Spasi me, o Bože moj! Ti udaraš po obrazu sve neprijatelje moje, opakima zube razbijaš.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
U Jahve je spasenje: na tvom narodu tvoj je blagoslov!
