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?
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
