¹

ўлоM двDвъ г~, вънегда` эTбњгаше эT лица а^весалома сн~а свое^го”

¹

A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom.

²

Ги~, что'ся ё^мно'жиша стђжаю^щеи^ ми; Мно'ѕи въста'ютъ на' мя”

²

O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.

³

мно'ѕи гл~ют# дш~и моеи, нњсть сп~се'нїа е^мђ ѓ^ бѕ~њ е^го”

³

Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.

⁴

ты' же г~и застђпникᲆ мои е^си`, сла'ва моя, и^ въꙁнося главђ мою`”

⁴

But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.

⁵

Гла'сомъ мои^мъ къ г~ђ въꙁва'хъ, и^ ё^слы'ша мя эT горы ст~ыя свое^я`”

⁵

I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.

⁶

а%з же ё^снXђ и^ спа'хъ, Въста'хъ, ја%ко г~ь ꙁастђпитъ мя”

⁶

I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.

⁷

не ё^бою^ся эT темъ лю'дїи, ѓ%крестᲆ нападающиX на' мя”

⁷

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.

⁸

въскрsни` г~и, сп~и' мя бж~е мо'и” ја%ко ты пораꙁи вᲆся вражDђющая ми вᲆсђе, зђбы грᲇшникомъ съкрђши'лъ е^си”

⁸

Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

⁹

Гн~е е^сть сп~се'нїе, и^ на людехᲆ твои^х# блгsлве`нїе твое”

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Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.

1001

Сла'ва”