Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
Psalmus David, Cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? multi insurgunt adversum me.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo eius.
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Tu autem Domine susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum: et exurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me: exurge Domine: salvum me fac Deus meus.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa: dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Domini est salus: et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
