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 the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? 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 concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
