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Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
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Нн҃ѣ же порꙋга́шамисѧ малѣ́йшїи: нн҃ѣ оу҆ча́тъ мѧ̀ ѿ ча́сти, и҆́хже ѻ҆тцє́въ оу҆ничтожа́хъ, и҆́хже не вмѣнѧ́хъ досто́йными псѡ́въ мои́хъ ста́дъ.
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But now the youngest have laughed me to scorn, now they reprove me in their turn, whose fathers I set at nought; whom I did not deem worthy to be with my shepherd dogs.
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Крѣ́пость же рꙋ́къ и҆́хъ во что̀ мнѣ̀ бы́сть; оу҆ ни́хъ погиба́ше сконча́нїе.
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Yea, why had I the strength of their hands? for them the full term of life was lost.
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Въ скꙋ́дости и҆ гла́дѣ безпло́денъ: и҆̀же бѣжа́хꙋ въ безво́дное вчера̀ сотѣсне́нїе и҆ бѣ́дность:
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One is childless in want and famine, such as they that fled but lately the distress and misery of drought.
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и҆̀же ѡ҆бхожда́хꙋ бы́лїе въ де́брехъ, и҆̀мже бы́лїе бѧ́ше бра́шно, безче́стнїи же и҆ похꙋле́ннїи, скꙋ́дни всѧ́кагѡ бла́га, и҆̀же и҆ коре́нїе древе́съ жва́хꙋ ѿ гла́да вели́кагѡ.
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Who compass the salt places on the sounding shore, who had salt herbs for their food, and were dishonourable and of no repute, in want of every good thing; who also ate roots of trees by reason of great hunger.
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Воста́ша на мѧ̀ та́тїе,
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Thieves have risen up against me,
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и҆́хже до́мове бѣ́ша пещє́ры ка́мєнны:
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whose houses were the caves of the rocks, who lived under the wild shrubs.
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ѿ среды̀ доброгла́сныхъ возопїю́тъ, и҆̀же под̾ хвра́стїемъ ди́вїимъ живѧ́хꙋ:
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They will cry out among the rustling bushes.
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безꙋ́мныхъ сы́нове и҆ безче́стныхъ, и҆́мѧ и҆ сла́ва оу҆гаше́на на землѝ.
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They are sons of fools and vile men, whose name and glory are quenched from off the earth.
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Нн҃ѣ же гꙋ́сли є҆́смь а҆́зъ и҆̀мъ, и҆ менѐ въ при́тчꙋ и҆́мꙋтъ:
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But now I am their music, and they have me for a by-word.
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возгнꙋша́лисѧ же мно́ю ѿстꙋпи́вше дале́че, ни лица̀ моегѡ̀ пощадѣ́ша ѿ плюнове́нїѧ.
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And they stood aloof and abhorred me, and spared not to spit in my face.
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Ѿве́рзъ бо тꙋ́лъ сво́й оу҆ѧзви́ мѧ, и҆ оу҆здꙋ̀ оу҆ста́мъ мои̑мъ наложѝ.
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For he has opened his quiver and afflicted me: they also have cast off the restraint of my presence.
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На деснꙋ́ю ѿра́сли воста́ша, но́зѣ своѝ простро́ша и҆ пꙋтесотвори́ша на мѧ̀ стєзѝ па́гꙋбы своеѧ̀.
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They have risen up against me on the right hand of their offspring; they have stretched out their foot, and directed against me the ways of their destruction.
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Сотро́шасѧ стєзѝ моѧ̑, совлеко́ша бо мѝ ѻ҆де́ждꙋ.
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My paths are ruined; for they have stripped off my raiment: he has shot at me with his weapons.
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Стрѣла́ми свои́ми оу҆стрѣли́ мѧ: сотвори́ ми, ꙗ҆́коже восхотѣ̀: въ болѣ́знехъ скисо́хсѧ, ѡ҆браща́ютсѧ же мѝ скѡ́рби.
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And he has pleaded against me as he will: I am overwhelmed with pains.
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Ѿи́де мѝ наде́жда ꙗ҆́коже вѣ́тръ, и҆ ꙗ҆́коже ѡ҆́блакъ спасе́нїе моѐ.
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My pains return upon me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my safety as a cloud.
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И҆ нн҃ѣ на мѧ̀ и҆злїе́тсѧ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀: и҆ ѡ҆держа́тъ мѧ̀ дні́е печа́лей:
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Even now my life shall be poured forth upon me; and days of anguish seize me.
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но́щїю же кѡ́сти моѧ̑ смѧто́шасѧ, жи̑лы же моѧ̑ разслабѣ́ша.
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And by night my bones are confounded; and my sinews are relaxed.
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Мно́гою крѣ́постїю ꙗ҆́тсѧ за ри́зꙋ мою̀: ꙗ҆́коже ѡ҆жере́лїе ри́зы моеѧ̀ ѡ҆б̾ѧ́ мѧ.
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With great force my disease has taken hold of my garment: it has compassed me as the collar of my coat.
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Вмѣнѧ́еши же мѧ̀ ра́вна бре́нїю, въ землѝ и҆ пе́пелѣ ча́сть моѧ̀.
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And thou hast counted me as clay; my portion is in dust and ashes.
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Возопи́хъ же къ тебѣ̀, и҆ не оу҆слы́шалъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ: ста́ша же и҆ смотри́ша на мѧ̀.
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And I have cried to thee, but thou hearest me not: but they stood still, and observed me.
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Наидо́ша же на мѧ̀ без̾ ми́лости, рꙋко́ю крѣ́пкою оу҆ѧзви́лъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ:
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They attacked me also without mercy: thou hast scourged me with a strong hand.
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вчини́лъ же мѧ̀ є҆сѝ въ болѣ́знехъ и҆ ѿве́рглъ є҆сѝ мѧ̀ ѿ спасе́нїѧ.
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And thou hast put me to grief, and hast cast me away from safety.
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Вѣ́мъ бо, ꙗ҆́кѡ сме́рть мѧ̀ сотре́тъ: до́мъ бо всѧ́комꙋ сме́ртнꙋ землѧ̀.
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For I know that death will destroy me: for the earth is the house appointed for every mortal.
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А҆́ще бы возмо́жно бы́ло, са́мъ бы́хъ себѐ оу҆би́лъ, и҆лѝ моли́лъ бы́хъ и҆но́го, дабы̀ мѝ то̀ сотвори́лъ.
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Oh then that I might lay hands upon myself, or at least ask another, and he should do this for me.
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А҆́зъ же ѡ҆ всѧ́цѣмъ немощнѣ́мъ воспла́кахсѧ, воздохнꙋ́хъ же ви́дѣвъ мꙋ́жа въ бѣда́хъ.
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Yet I wept over every helpless man; I groaned when I saw a man in distress.
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А҆́зъ же жда́хъ благи́хъ, и҆ сѐ, срѣто́ша мѧ̀ па́че дні́е ѕѡ́лъ.
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But I, when I waited for good things, behold, days of evils came the more upon me.
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Чре́во моѐ воскипѣ̀ и҆ не оу҆молчи́тъ: предвари́ша мѧ̀ дні́е нищеты̀.
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My belly boiled, and would not cease: the days of poverty prevented me.
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Стенѧ̀ ходи́хъ без̾ ѡ҆бꙋзда́нїѧ, стоѧ́хъ же въ собо́рѣ вопїѧ̀.
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I went mourning without restraint: and I have stood and cried out in the assembly.
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Бра́тъ бы́хъ сі́ринамъ, дрꙋ́гъ же пти́чїй.
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I am become a brother of monsters, and a companion of ostriches.
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Ко́жа же моѧ̀ помрачи́сѧ вельмѝ, и҆ кѡ́сти моѧ̑ сгорѣ́ша ѿ зно́ѧ.
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And my skin has been greatly blackened, and my bones are burned with heat.
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Ѡ҆брати́шасѧ же въ пла́чь гꙋ́сли моѧ̑, пѣ́снь же моѧ̀ въ рыда́нїе мнѣ̀.
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My harp also has been turned into mourning, and my song into my weeping.