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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. 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 there are who 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 you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains 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 who have set themselves against me on every side.
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. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
