Psalms 3 A Psalme of Dauid when he fledde from the face of Absalom. Why are they so many, O Lord that trouble me? a great multytude are they that ryse agaynst me.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid when he fledde from the face of Absalom. Why are they so many, O Lord that trouble me? a great multytude are they that ryse agaynst me. ² Yea many one ther be that say of my soule: there is no helpe for hym in God Selah. ³ But thou, O Lord, arte my defender, my worshippe, and the lifter vp of my head. ⁴ I call vpon the Lord wyth my voyce, and he heareth me out of hys holy hyll. Selah. ⁵ I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the Lorde sustayned me. ⁶ I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that compasse me rounde aboute. ⁷ Vp Lorde, and helpe me O my God for thou smitest al mine enemyes vpon the cheke bones and breakest the teeth of the vngodly. ⁸ Helpe belongeth vnto the Lorde, therfore let thy blessynge be vpon thy people.