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 face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been 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 to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
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 thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
