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 Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that 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 my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth 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 for myriads of the people that have set themselves against 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, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
