¹

Въ конeцъ, въ рaзумъ сынHвъ корeовыхъ, pал0мъ дв7ду, м7№.

¹

For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.

²

И$мже w4бразомъ желaетъ є3лeнь на и3ст0чники водны6z, си1це желaетъ душA моS къ тебЁ, б9е.

²

As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

³

ВозжадA душA моS къ бGу крёпкому, жив0му: когдA пріидY и3 kвлю1сz лицY б9ію;

³

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

⁴

Бhша слeзы мо‰ мнЁ хлёбъ дeнь и3 н0щь, внегдA глаг0латисz мнЁ на всsкъ дeнь: гдЁ є4сть бGъ тв0й;

⁴

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

⁵

Сі‰ помzнyхъ, и3 и3зліsхъ на мS дyшу мою2: ћкw пройдY въ мёсто селeніz ди1вна, дaже до д0му б9іz, во глaсэ рaдованіz и3 и3сповёданіz, шyма прaзднующагw.

⁵

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

⁶

Вскyю приск0рбна є3си2, душE моS; и3 вскyю смущaеши мS; ўповaй на бGа, ћкw и3сповёмсz є3мY, сп7сeніе лицA моегw2 и3 бGъ м0й.

⁶

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.

⁷

Ко мнЁ самомY душA моS смzтeсz: сегw2 рaди помzнyхъ тS t земли2 їoрдaнски и3 є3рмwніи1мски, t горы2 мaлыz.

⁷

O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.

⁸

Бeздна бeздну призывaетъ во глaсэ хлsбій твои1хъ: вс‰ высwты6 тво‰ и3 вHлны тво‰ на мнЁ преид0ша.

⁸

Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

⁹

Въ дeнь заповёсть гDь млcть свою2, и3 н0щію пёснь є3гw2 t менє2 [ў менє2], моли1тва бGу животA моегw2.

⁹

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.

¹⁰

РекY бGу: застyпникъ м0й є3си2, почто2 мS забhлъ є3си2; и3 вскyю сётуz хождY, внегдA њскорблsетъ врaгъ;

¹⁰

I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

¹¹

ВнегдA сокрушaтисz костeмъ мои6мъ, поношaху ми2 врази2 мои2, внегдA глаг0лати и5мъ мнЁ на всsкъ дeнь: гдЁ є4сть бGъ тв0й;

¹¹

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

¹²

Вскyю приск0рбна є3си2, душE моS; и3 вскyю смущaеши мS; ўповaй на бGа, ћкw и3сповёмсz є3мY, сп7сeніе лицA моегw2 и3 бGъ м0й.

¹²

Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.