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Moreover do thou take up a lamentation for the prince of Israel,

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Ты́ же, сы́не человѣ́чь, возмѝ пла́чь на кнѧ̑зи і҆и҃лєвы,

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and say, Why is thy mother become a whelp in the midst of lions? in the midst of lions she has multiplied her whelps.

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и҆ рече́ши: почто̀ ма́ти твоѧ̀ льви́ца средѣ̀ львѡ́въ почѝ, посредѣ̀ львѡ́въ оу҆мно́жи льви̑чища своѧ̑;

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And one of her whelps sprang forth; he became a lion, and learned to take prey, he devoured men.

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И҆ ѿскочѝ є҆ди́нъ ѿ льви́чищъ є҆ѧ̀ и҆ бы́сть ле́въ, и҆ наꙋчи́сѧ восхища́ти восхищє́нїѧ и҆ человѣ́ки снѣдѐ.

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And the nations heard a report of him; he was caught in their pit, and they brought him into the land of Egypt in chains.

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И҆ слы́шаша ѡ҆ не́мъ ꙗ҆зы́цы, и҆ ꙗ҆́тъ бы́сть въ растлѣ́нїи и҆́хъ, приведо́ша є҆го̀ во оу҆здѣ̀ во є҆гѵ́петъ.

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And she saw that he was driven away from her, and her hope of him perished, and she took another of her whelps; she made him a lion.

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И҆ ви́дѣ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѿведе́нъ бы́сть ѿ неѧ̀, и҆ поги́бе ча́ѧнїе є҆ѧ̀: и҆ взѧ̀ и҆на́го ѿ льви́чищъ свои́хъ и҆ льво́мъ оу҆чинѝ є҆го̀,

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And he went up and down in the midst of lions, he became a lion, and learned to take prey, he devoured men.

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и҆ живѧ́ше посредѣ̀ львѡ́въ, бы́сть ле́въ и҆ наꙋчи́сѧ восхища́ти восхищє́нїѧ: человѣ́ки и҆з̾ѧдѐ,

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And he prowled in his boldness and laid waste their cities, and made the land desolate, and the fulness of it, by the voice of his roaring.

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и҆ пасѧ́шесѧ въ лю́тости свое́й, и҆ гра́ды и҆́хъ пꙋ̑сты поста́ви, и҆ погꙋбѝ зе́млю и҆ и҆сполне́нїе є҆ѧ̀ гла́сомъ рыка́нїѧ своегѡ̀.

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Then the nations set upon him from the countries round about, and they spread their nets upon him: he was taken in their pit.

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И҆ да́ша на́нь ꙗ҆зы́цы ѡ҆́крестъ ѿ стра́нъ и҆ простро́ша на́нь мрє́жи своѧ̑, и҆ въ погꙋбле́нїи и҆́хъ ꙗ҆́тъ бы́сть.

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And they put him in chains and in a cage, and he came to the king of Babylon; and he cast him into prison, that his voice should not be heard on the mountains of Israel.

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И҆ положи́ша є҆го̀ во оу҆здѣ̀ и҆ въ клѣ́ти, приведо́ша є҆го̀ ко царю̀ вавѷлѡ́нскꙋ и҆ вверго́ша є҆го̀ въ темни́цꙋ, ꙗ҆́кѡ да не слы́шитсѧ гла́съ є҆гѡ̀ ктомꙋ̀ на гора́хъ і҆и҃левыхъ.

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Thy mother was as a vine and as a blossom on a pomegranate tree, planted by water: her fruit and her shoots abounded by reason of much water.

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Ма́ти твоѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ вїногра́дъ и҆ ꙗ҆́кѡ цвѣ́тъ ши́пчанъ на водѣ̀ насажде́нъ, пло́дъ є҆гѡ̀ и҆ ѿра́сль є҆гѡ̀ бы́сть ѿ воды̀ мно́ги.

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And she became a rod for a tribe of princes, and was elevated in her bulk in the midst of other trees, and she saw her bulk in the multitude of her branches.

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И҆ бы́сть є҆мꙋ̀ же́злъ крѣ́пости над̾ пле́менемъ старѣ́йшинъ, и҆ вознесе́сѧ въ вели́чїи свое́мъ средѣ̀ ло́зїѧ: и҆ ви́дѣ вели́чество своѐ во мно́жествѣ ло́зїѧ своегѡ̀,

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But she was broken down in wrath, she was cast upon the ground, and the east wind dried up her choice branches: vengeance came upon them, and the rod of her strength was withered; fire consumed it.

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и҆ ѡ҆бломи́сѧ въ ꙗ҆́рости, и҆ на зе́млю пове́рженъ бы́сть, и҆ вѣ́тръ зно́йный и҆зсꙋшѝ плоды̀ є҆гѡ̀: оу҆вѧдо́ша, и҆ и҆́зсше же́злъ крѣ́пости є҆гѡ̀: ѻ҆́гнь потребѝ є҆го̀.

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And now they have planted her in the wilderness, in a dry land.

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И҆ нн҃ѣ насади́ша є҆го̀ въ пꙋсты́ни, на землѝ безво́днѣ.

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And fire is gone out of a rod of her choice boughs, and has devoured her; and there was no rod of strength in her. Her race is become a parable of lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.

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И҆ и҆зы́де ѻ҆́гнь ѿ жезла̀ и҆збра́нныхъ є҆гѡ̀ и҆ поѧдѐ и҆̀, и҆ не бѣ̀ въ не́мъ жезла̀ крѣ́пости є҆гѡ̀: пле́мѧ въ при́тчꙋ пла́ча є҆́сть, и҆ бꙋ́детъ пла́чь.