Psalmorum 3
1 psalmus David cum fugeret a facie Abessalon filii sui Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me multi insurgunt adversum me
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 multi dicunt animae meae non est salus ipsi in Deo eius diapsalma
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 tu autem Domine susceptor meus es gloria mea et exaltans caput meum
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 voce mea ad Dominum clamavi et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo diapsalma
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 ego dormivi et soporatus sum exsurrexi quia Dominus suscipiet me
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 non timebo milia populi circumdantis me exsurge Domine salvum me fac Deus meus
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa dentes peccatorum contrivisti
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Domini est salus et super populum tuum benedictio tua
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
