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Пёснь степeней, Rf7‹.

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A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.

¹

Ко гDу, внегдA скорбёти ми2, воззвaхъ, и3 ўслhша мS.

²

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

²

ГDи, и3збaви дyшу мою2 t ўстeнъ непрaведныхъ и3 t љзhка льсти1ва.

³

What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for thy crafty tongue?

³

Что2 дaстсz тебЁ, и3ли2 что2 приложи1тсz тебЁ къ љзhку льсти1ву;

⁴

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

⁴

Стрёлы си1льнагw и3з8wщрє1ны, со ќгльми пустhнными.

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Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

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Ўвы2 мнЁ, ћкw пришeлствіе моE продолжи1сz, всели1хсz съ селє1ніи кидaрскими:

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My soul has long been a sojourner;

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мн0гw пришeлствова душA моS: съ ненави1дzщими ми1ра бёхъ ми1ренъ:

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I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

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є3гдA глаг0лахъ и5мъ, борsху мS тyне.