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