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Psalm 125
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Псалом 125
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A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones.
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Піснь степе́ней, 125.
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Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say among the Gentiles,
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Внегда́ возврати́ти Го́споду плін Сіо́нь, би́хом я́ко уті́шені.
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The Lord has done great things among them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful.
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Тогда́ іспо́лнишася ра́дости уста́ на́ша, і язи́к наш весе́лія; тогда́ реку́ть во язи́ціх: возвели́чил єсть Госпо́дь сотвори́ти с ни́ми.
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Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the streams in the south.
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Возвели́чил єсть Госпо́дь сотвори́ти с на́ми; би́хом веселя́щеся.
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They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
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Возврати́, Го́споди, пліне́ніє на́ше, я́ко пото́ки ю́гом.
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They went on and wept as they cast their seeds; but they shall surely come with exultation, bringing their sheaves with them.
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Сі́ющії слеза́ми ра́достію по́жнуть.
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