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Psalm 122
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| A Song of Degrees. Unto thee who dwellest in heaven have I lifted up mine eyes. | Къ тебЁ возвед0хъ џчи мои2, живyщему на нб7си2. |
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| Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed to the hands of their masters, and as the eyes of a maid-servant to the hands of her mistress; so our eyes are directed to the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us. | СE, ћкw џчи р†бъ въ рукY госп0дій свои1хъ, ћкw џчи рабhни въ рукY госпожи2 своеS: тaкw џчи нaши ко гDу бGу нaшему, д0ндеже ўщeдритъ ны2. |
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| Have pity upon us, O Lord, have pity upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. | Поми1луй нaсъ, гDи, поми1луй нaсъ, ћкw помн0гу и3сп0лнихомсz ўничижeніz: |
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| Yea, our soul has been exceedingly filled with it: let the reproach be to them that are at ease, and contempt to the proud. | наипaче нап0лнисz душA нaша поношeніz гобзyющихъ и3 ўничижeніz г0рдыхъ. |
