Jehovah, quam multi sunt hostes mei

Henry Purcell

Jehova, quam multi sunt hostes mei!
Quam multi insurgunt contra me.
Quam multi dicunt de anima mea;
non est ulla salus isti in Deo plane.

Jehovah, how many are my enemies,
how many rise up against me,
how many say of my soul:
Clearly there is no salvation for it in God.

At tu, Jehova, clypeus es circa me;
gloria mea, et extollens caput meum.

But thou, Jehovah, art a shield around me,
my glory and the lifter up of my head.

Voce mea ad Jehovam clamanti,
respondit mihi e monte sanctitatis suae maxime.
Ego cubui et dormivi, ego expergefeci me;
quia Jehova sustentat me.

With my voice crying to Jehovah,
he replied to me mightily from the mountain of his holiness.
I laid down and slept, I rose up again,
for Jehovah sustained me.

Non timebo a myriadibus populi,
quas circumdisposuerint metatores contra me.
Surge, Jehova, fac salvum me Deus mi;
qui percussisti omnes inimicos meos maxilliam,
dentes improborum confregisti.

I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people,
whom surveyors have placed around against me.
Arise, Jehovah, help me, O my God;
for thou who smitest all mine enemies upon the cheek-bone,
thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

Jehova est salus:
super populum tuum sit benedictio tua maxime.

Jehovah is salvation:
may thy blessing be greatly upon thy people.

Psalm 3 (anonymous Latin version)


Henry Purcell (1659-1695)

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