Psalms 3
1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
Psalmus David, Cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? multi insurgunt adversum me.
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Multi dicunt animae meae: Non est salus ipsi in Deo eius.
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Tu autem Domine susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum: et exurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me: exurge Domine: salvum me fac Deus meus.
7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa: dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Domini est salus: et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
