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Ѱало́мъ м҃а
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Psalm 41
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| Въ коне́цъ, въ ра́зꙋмъ сынѡ́въ коре́овыхъ, ѱало́мъ дв҃дꙋ, м҃а҃. | For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core. |
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| И҆́мже ѡ҆́бразомъ жела́етъ є҆ле́нь на и҆сто́чники водны̑ѧ, си́це жела́етъ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ къ тебѣ̀, бж҃е. | As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God. |
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| Возжада̀ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ къ бг҃ꙋ крѣ́пкомꙋ, живо́мꙋ: когда̀ прїидꙋ̀ и҆ ꙗ҆влю́сѧ лицꙋ̀ бж҃їю; | My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? |
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| Бы́ша сле́зы моѧ̑ мнѣ̀ хлѣ́бъ де́нь и҆ но́щь, внегда̀ глаго́латисѧ мнѣ̀ на всѧ́къ де́нь: гдѣ̀ є҆́сть бг҃ъ тво́й; | My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God? |
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| Сїѧ̑ помѧнꙋ́хъ, и҆ и҆злїѧ́хъ на мѧ̀ дꙋ́шꙋ мою̀: ꙗ҆́кѡ пройдꙋ̀ въ мѣ́сто селе́нїѧ ди́вна, да́же до до́мꙋ бж҃їѧ, во гла́сѣ ра́дованїѧ и҆ и҆сповѣ́данїѧ, шꙋ́ма пра́зднꙋющагѡ. | 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. |
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| Вскꙋ́ю приско́рбна є҆сѝ, дꙋшѐ моѧ̀; и҆ вскꙋ́ю смꙋща́еши мѧ̀; оу҆пова́й на бг҃а, ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆сповѣ́мсѧ є҆мꙋ̀, сп҃се́нїе лица̀ моегѡ̀ и҆ бг҃ъ мо́й. | 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. |
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| Ко мнѣ̀ самомꙋ̀ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ смѧте́сѧ: сегѡ̀ ра́ди помѧнꙋ́хъ тѧ̀ ѿ землѝ і҆ѻрда́нски и҆ є҆рмѡнїи́мски, ѿ горы̀ ма́лыѧ. | 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. |
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| Бе́здна бе́зднꙋ призыва́етъ во гла́сѣ хлѧ́бїй твои́хъ: всѧ̑ высѡты̑ твоѧ̑ и҆ вѡ́лны твоѧ̑ на мнѣ̀ преидо́ша. | Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me. |
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| Въ де́нь заповѣ́сть гдⷭ҇ь млⷭ҇ть свою̀, и҆ но́щїю пѣ́снь є҆гѡ̀ ѿ менє̀ [оу҆ менє̀], моли́тва бг҃ꙋ живота̀ моегѡ̀. | By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life. |
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| Рекꙋ̀ бг҃ꙋ: застꙋ́пникъ мо́й є҆сѝ, почто̀ мѧ̀ забы́лъ є҆сѝ; и҆ вскꙋ́ю сѣ́тꙋѧ хождꙋ̀, внегда̀ ѡ҆скорблѧ́етъ вра́гъ; | 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? |
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| Внегда̀ сокрꙋша́тисѧ косте́мъ мои̑мъ, поноша́хꙋ мѝ вразѝ моѝ, внегда̀ глаго́лати и҆̀мъ мнѣ̀ на всѧ́къ де́нь: гдѣ̀ є҆́сть бг҃ъ тво́й; | While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God? |
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| Вскꙋ́ю приско́рбна є҆сѝ, дꙋшѐ моѧ̀; и҆ вскꙋ́ю смꙋща́еши мѧ̀; оу҆пова́й на бг҃а, ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆сповѣ́мсѧ є҆мꙋ̀, сп҃се́нїе лица̀ моегѡ̀ и҆ бг҃ъ мо́й. | 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. |
