¹

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

Пѣ́снь степе́ней, р҃ѳ҃і҃.

²

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

¹

Ко гдⷭ҇ꙋ, внегда̀ скорбѣ́ти мѝ, воззва́хъ, и҆ оу҆слы́ша мѧ̀.

³

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

²

Гдⷭ҇и, и҆зба́ви дꙋ́шꙋ мою̀ ѿ оу҆сте́нъ непра́ведныхъ и҆ ѿ ѧ҆зы́ка льсти́ва.

⁴

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

³

Что̀ да́стсѧ тебѣ̀, и҆лѝ что̀ приложи́тсѧ тебѣ̀ къ ѧ҆зы́кꙋ льсти́вꙋ;

⁵

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

⁴

Стрѣ́лы си́льнагѡ и҆з̾ѡщрє́ны, со оу҆́гльми пꙋсты́нными.

⁶

My soul has long been a sojourner;

⁵

Оу҆вы̀ мнѣ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ прише́лствїе моѐ продолжи́сѧ, всели́хсѧ съ селє́нїи кида́рскими:

⁷

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

⁶

мно́гѡ прише́лствова дꙋша̀ моѧ̀: съ ненави́дѧщими ми́ра бѣ́хъ ми́ренъ: