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. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are 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 there are that 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, O LORD, 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 I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of 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, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
