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Послю̀ а҆́ки га́ды на зе́млю: є҆да̀ ка́мень пꙋ́стъ є҆́сть гора̀ дще́ре сїѡ́ни [посли́те а҆́гнцы владꙋ́щемꙋ земле́ю ѿ ка́мене пꙋсты́ни къ горѣ̀ дще́ре сїѡ́ни];

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I will send as it were reptiles on the land: is not the mount of the daughter of Sion a desolate rock?

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Бꙋ́деши бо а҆́ки пти́цы парѧ́щїѧ птене́цъ ѿѧ́тый, дщѝ мѡа́влѧ, пото́мъ же а҆рнѡ́нъ [Є҆вр.: въ прохожде́нїи а҆рнѡ́на.] мно́жайше совѣщава́й.

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For thou shalt be as a young bird taken away from a bird that has flown: even thou shalt be so, daughter of Moab: and then do thou, O Arnon,

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Сотвори́те покро́въ пла́ча є҆ѧ̀ прⷭ҇нѡ: въ полꙋ́деннѣй тмѣ̀ бѣгꙋ́тъ, оу҆жаснꙋ́шасѧ: да не ѿведе́шисѧ,

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take farther counsel, and continually make thou a shelter from grief: they flee in darkness at mid-day; they are amazed; be not thou led captive.

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ѡ҆бита́ти бꙋ́дꙋтъ въ тебѣ̀ бѣглецы̀ мѡа̑вли: бꙋ́дꙋтъ въ покрове́нїе ва́мъ ѿ лица̀ гонѧ́щагѡ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѿѧ́сѧ по́мощь твоѧ̀, и҆ кнѧ́зь поги́бе попира́ѧй ѿ землѝ.

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The fugitives of Moab shall sojourn with thee; they shall be to you a shelter from the face of the pursuer: for thine alliance has been taken away, and the oppressing ruler has perished from off the earth.

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И҆ и҆спра́витсѧ съ ми́лостїю престо́лъ, и҆ сѧ́детъ на не́мъ со и҆́стиною во ски́нїи даві́довѣ, сꙋдѧ̀ и҆ взыска́ѧ сꙋ́дъ и҆ оу҆скорѧ́ѧ пра́вдꙋ.

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And a throne shall be established with mercy; and one shall sit upon it with truth in the tabernacle of David, judging, and earnestly seeking judgments, and hasting righteousness.

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Слы́шахомъ оу҆кори́знꙋ мѡа́влю, оу҆кори́тель (бы́сть) ѕѣлѡ̀, горды́ню ѿѧ́хъ: не та́кѡ волхвова́нїе твоѐ, не та́кѡ.

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We have heard of the pride of Moab; he is very proud. I have cut off his pride: thy prophecy shall not be thus, no not thus.

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Воспла́четсѧ мѡа́въ, въ мѡаві́тїдѣ бо всѝ воспла́чꙋтсѧ: живꙋ́щымъ же въ се́ѳѣ помышлє́нїѧ, и҆ не оу҆срами́шисѧ.

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Moab shall howl; for all shall howl in the land of Moab: but thou shalt care for them that dwell in Seth, and thou shalt not be ashamed.

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Полѧ̀ є҆севѡ̑нѧ возрыда́ютъ, вїногра́дъ севама́нь: пожира́ющїи ꙗ҆зы́кѡвъ, попери́те вїногра́ды є҆гѡ̀, да́же до і҆ази́ра: не совокꙋпи́тесѧ, ѡ҆бходи́те пꙋсты́ню, по́сланнїи ѡ҆ста́шасѧ, проидо́ша бо мо́ре.

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The plains of Esebon shall mourn, the vine of Sebama: swallowing up the nations, trample ye her vines, even to Jazer: ye shall not come together; wander ye in the desert: they that were sent are deserted, for they have gone over to the sea.

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Сегѡ̀ ра́ди воспла́чꙋсѧ ꙗ҆́кѡ пла́чемъ і҆ази́ровымъ ѡ҆ вїногра́дѣ севама́ни: древа̀ твоѧ̑ посѣчѐ є҆севѡ́нъ и҆ є҆лїала̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ на жа́твꙋ твою̀ и҆ на ѡ҆б̾има́нїе вїна̀ поперꙋ̀, и҆ всѧ̑ падꙋ́тсѧ.

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Therefore will I weep as with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sebama; Esebon and Eleale have cast down thy trees; for I will trample on thy harvest and on thy vintages, and all thy plants shall fall.

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И҆ ѿи́метсѧ ра́дость и҆ весе́лїе ѿ вїногра́дѡвъ, и҆ въ вїногра́дѣхъ твои́хъ не возра́дꙋютсѧ, и҆ не и҆згнетꙋ́тъ вїна̀ въ точи́лѣхъ, преста́ло бо є҆́сть:

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And gladness and rejoicing shall be taken away from the vineyards; and they shall not rejoice at all in thy vineyards; and they shall not at all tread wine into the vats; for the vintage has ceased.

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сегѡ̀ ра́ди чре́во моѐ на мѡа́ва а҆́ки гꙋ́сли возгласи́тъ, и҆ внꙋ́трєннѧѧ моѧ̑ а҆́ки стѣ́нꙋ ѡ҆бнови́лъ є҆сѝ.

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Therefore my belly shall sound as a harp for Moab, and thou hast repaired my inward parts as a wall.

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И҆ бꙋ́детъ въ посрамле́нїе тебѣ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆трꙋди́сѧ мѡа́въ ѡ҆ тре́бищихъ, и҆ вни́детъ въ рꙋкотворє́ннаѧ своѧ̑, да помо́литсѧ, и҆ не возмо́гꙋтъ и҆зба́вити є҆го̀.

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And it shall be to thy shame, (for Moab is wearied at the altars,) that he shall go in to the idols thereof to pray, but they shall not be at all able to deliver him.

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Сїѐ сло́во є҆́же гл҃а гдⷭ҇ь на мѡа́ва, є҆гда̀ возгл҃а.

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This is the word which the Lord spoke against Moab, when he spoke.

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И҆ нн҃ѣ глаго́лю: въ трїе́хъ лѣ́тѣхъ лѣ́тъ нае́мника ѡ҆безче́ститсѧ сла́ва мѡа́влѧ во все́мъ бога́тствѣ мно́зѣ, и҆ ѡ҆ста́витсѧ оу҆ма́ленъ и҆ нече́стенъ.

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And now I say, In three years, of the years of an hireling, the glory of Moab shall be dishonoured with all his great wealth; and he shall be left few in number, and not honoured.