Psalms 3
1The title of the thridde salm. `The salm of Dauid, whanne he fledde fro the face of Absolon, his sone. 2Lord, whi ben thei multiplied that disturblen me? 3many men rysen ayens me. Many men seien of my soule, Noon helthe is to hym in his God. 4But thou, Lord, art myn vptakere; my glorye, and enhaunsyng myn heed. 5With my vois Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me fro his hooli hil. 6I slepte, and `was quenchid, and Y roos vp; for the Lord resseyuede me. 7I schal not drede thousyndis of puple cumpassynge me; Lord, rise thou vp; my God, make thou me saaf. 8For thou hast smyte alle men beynge aduersaries to me with out cause; thou hast al to-broke the teeth of synneris. 9Helthe is of the Lord; and thi blessyng, Lord, is on thi puple.
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