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.
O IEOWA, ai imwintiti me toto, o ir me toto, me kangudi ong ia!
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Me toto kin inda duen ngen i, me dene sota sauas pa i ren Kot. (Sela)
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
A komui Ieowa pere pa i, o komui pan kotin kalingana ia da, o kamait ia la.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
I kin likwiri ong Ieowa ki ngil laud; o a kotin mangi ai ngidingid sang ni sapwilim a dol saraui. (Sela)
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
I kin wonon, o mamair, o pirida, pwe Ieowa kin kotin kolekol ia.
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
I sota kin masak saunpei nen pak toto, me kin kapil ia pena.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
Kom kotida Maing, Ieowa o sauasa ia, ai Kot! Pwe kom kotin pikir ai imwintiti karos, o kawelar ngi en me sapung kan.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
Ieowa me sauas patail. Kom kotin kamauiada sapwilim omui aramas akan! (Sela)
