¹

A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.

Пњснь степеннаа`, рџ~і” Каg, и~і”

²

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

¹

Къ г~ђ внегда скорбXњ въꙁваX, и^ ё^слы'ша мя”

³

What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for thy crafty tongue?

²

г~и и^ꙁбави дш~ю мою эT ё^стенᲆ непра'веденъ, и^ эT ꙁыка льсти'ва”

⁴

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

³

Чт^о дастᲆ ти ся, и^ли чт^о приложиT ти ся къ ја%ꙁы'кђ льсти'вђ;

⁵

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

⁴

стрњ'лы си'лнаго и^ꙁъѓ^щре'ны, съ ќ'гльми пђсты'нными”

⁶

My soul has long been a sojourner;

⁵

Оу^вы` мн^њ, ја%ко пришельсᲄвїе мое ё^далися, вселихся съ се'лы кљ=дарскыми,

⁷

I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

⁶

мно'го прише'лъствова дш~а моя`” Съ ненави'дящыми ми'ра, бњхъ ми'ренъ”