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Psalm 125
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Ѱало́мъ рк҃є
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| A Song of Degrees. When the Lord turned the captivity of Sion, we became as comforted ones. | Внегда̀ возврати́ти гдⷭ҇ꙋ плѣ́нъ сїѡ́нь, бы́хомъ ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆тѣ́шени. |
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| Then was our mouth filled with joy, and our tongue with exultation: then would they say among the Gentiles, | Тогда̀ и҆спо́лнишасѧ ра́дости оу҆ста̀ на̑ша, и҆ ѧ҆зы́къ на́шъ весе́лїѧ: тогда̀ рекꙋ́тъ во ꙗ҆зы́цѣхъ: возвели́чилъ є҆́сть гдⷭ҇ь сотвори́ти съ ни́ми. |
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| The Lord has done great things among them. The Lord has done great things for us, we became joyful. | Возвели́чилъ є҆́сть гдⷭ҇ь сотвори́ти съ на́ми: бы́хомъ веселѧ́щесѧ. |
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| Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the streams in the south. | Возвратѝ, гдⷭ҇и, плѣне́нїе на́ше, ꙗ҆́кѡ пото́ки ю҆́гомъ. |
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| They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. | Сѣ́ющїи слеза́ми, ра́достїю по́жнꙋтъ. |
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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. | Ходѧ́щїи хожда́хꙋ и҆ пла́кахꙋсѧ, мета́юще сѣ́мена своѧ̑: грѧдꙋ́ще же прїи́дꙋтъ ра́достїю, взе́млюще рꙋкоѧ̑ти своѧ̑. |
