Psalms 3
1 YHWH, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up 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 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in Elohim. (Selah)
many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God.
3 But thou, O YHWH, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed.
4 I cried unto YHWH with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for YHWH sustained me.
I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf.
7 Arise, O YHWH; save me, O my Elohim: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris.
8 Salvation belongeth unto YHWH: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
