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?
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! 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 be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But you, O LORD, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (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 the LORD sustained 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, 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 you have smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation belongs unto the LORD: your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
