Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
`The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
