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 are they multiplied 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 are] who 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 thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for 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.
I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from 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 on all sides.
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 my enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
Salvation [belongeth] to the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. (Selah)
