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 his son Absalom.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, 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.
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
I lay me down and 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 will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
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 smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
