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.
`The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me?
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
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.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
