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.
Psalmus David, cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. [Domine, quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? Multi insurgunt adversum me;
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
Tu autem Domine, susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi; et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum; et exsurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me. Exsurge, Domine; salvum me fac, Deus meus.
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.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa; dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Domini est salus; et super populum tuum benedictio tua.]
