Psalms, 3
The prophet's danger and delivery from his son Absalom: mystically, the passion and resurrection of Christ.
Domine, quid multiplicati.
[1] The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. •
[2] Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me. •
[3] Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God. •
[4] But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head. •
[5] I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill. •
[6] I have slept and have taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me. •
[7] I will not fear thousands of the people surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God. •
[8] For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners. •
[9] Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people. •