Psalmorum 3
1 Psalmus David, Cum fugeret a facie Absalom filii sui. Domine quid multiplicati sunt qui tribulant me? multi insurgunt adversum me.
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Multi dicunt animæ meæ: Non est salus ipsi in Deo eius.
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Tu autem Domine susceptor meus es, gloria mea, et exaltans caput meum.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: et exaudivit me de monte sancto suo.
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Ego dormivi, et soporatus sum: et exurrexi, quia Dominus suscepit me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 Non timebo millia populi circumdantis me: exurge Domine: salvum me fac Deus meus.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Quoniam tu percussisti omnes adversantes mihi sine causa: dentes peccatorum contrivisti.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Domini est salus: et super populum tuum benedictio tua.
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
