Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
Psalmus David, Cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? multi insurgunt adversum me.
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo eius.
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
Tu autem Domine susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum: et exurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me: exurge Domine: salvum me fac Deus meus.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa: dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
Domini est salus: et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
