Psalms 3
Domine, quid multiplicati. The prophet’s danger and delivery from his son Absalom: mystically, the passion and resurrection of Christ.
T he psalm of David when he fled
from the face of his son Absalom.
2 Why, O Lord, are they multipied 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.