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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.
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Пѣ́снь степе́ней, р҃к҃е҃.
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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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Внегда̀ возврати́ти гдⷭ҇ꙋ плѣ́нъ сїѡ́нь, бы́хомъ ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆тѣ́шени.
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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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Тогда̀ и҆спо́лнишасѧ ра́дости оу҆ста̀ на̑ша, и҆ ѧ҆зы́къ на́шъ весе́лїѧ: тогда̀ рекꙋ́тъ во ꙗ҆зы́цѣхъ: возвели́чилъ є҆́сть гдⷭ҇ь сотвори́ти съ ни́ми.
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Turn, O Lord, our captivity, as the streams in the south.
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Возвели́чилъ є҆́сть гдⷭ҇ь сотвори́ти съ на́ми: бы́хомъ веселѧ́щесѧ.
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They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
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Возвратѝ, гдⷭ҇и, плѣне́нїе на́ше, ꙗ҆́кѡ пото́ки ю҆́гомъ.
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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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Сѣ́ющїи слеза́ми, ра́достїю по́жнꙋтъ.
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