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Псалом 125
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Psalm 125
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Пѣ́снь степе́ней.
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A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones.
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Внегда́ возврати́ти Го́споду плѣ́нъ Сіо́нь, бы́хомъ я́ко утѣ́шени.
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Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say among the Gentiles,
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Тогда́ испо́лнишася ра́дости уста́ на́ша, и язы́къ на́шъ весе́лія: тогда́ реку́тъ во язы́цѣхъ: возвели́чилъ є́сть Госпо́дь сотвори́ти съ ни́ми.
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The Lord has done great things among them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful.
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Возвели́чилъ є́сть Госпо́дь сотвори́ти съ на́ми: бы́хомъ веселя́щеся.
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Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the streams in the south.
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Возврати́, Го́споди, плѣне́ніє на́ше, я́ко пото́ки ю́гомъ.
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They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
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Сѣ́ющіи слеза́ми, ра́достію по́жнутъ.
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They went on and wept as they cast their seeds; but they shall surely come with exultation, bringing their sheaves with them.
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Ходя́щіи хожда́ху и пла́кахуся, мета́юще сѣ́мена своя́: гряду́ще же пріи́дутъ ра́достію, взе́млюще рукоя́ти своя́.
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