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Пёснь степeней, Rк7в7.

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A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes.

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Къ тебЁ возвед0хъ џчи мои2, живyщему на нб7си2.

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Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maid-servant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.

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СE, ћкw џчи р†бъ въ рукY госп0дій свои1хъ, ћкw џчи рабhни въ рукY госпожи2 своеS: тaкw џчи нaши ко гDу бGу нaшему, д0ндеже ўщeдритъ ны2.

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Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

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Поми1луй нaсъ, гDи, поми1луй нaсъ, ћкw помн0гу и3сп0лнихомсz ўничижeніz:

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Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud.

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наипaче нап0лнисz душA нaша поношeніz гобзyющихъ и3 ўничижeніz г0рдыхъ.