¹

A Song of Degrees. Except the Lord build the house, they that build labour in vain: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman watches in vain.

Пёснь степeней, Rк7ѕ7.

²

It is vain for you to rise early: ye rise up after resting, ye that eat the bread of grief; while he gives sleep to his beloved.

¹

Ѓще не гDь сози1ждетъ д0мъ, всyе труди1шасz зи1ждущіи: ѓще не гDь сохрани1тъ грaдъ, всyе бдЁ стрегjй.

³

Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, the reward of the fruit of the womb.

²

Всyе вaмъ є4сть ќтреневати: востaнете по сэдёніи kдyщіи хлёбъ болёзни, є3гдA дaстъ возлю1блєннымъ свои6мъ с0нъ.

⁴

As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so are the children of those who were outcasts.

³

СE, достоsніе гDне сhнове, мздA плодA чрeвнzгw.

⁵

Blessed is the man who shall satisfy his desire with them: they shall not be ashamed when they shall speak to their enemies in the gates.

⁴

Ћкw стрёлы въ руцЁ си1льнагw, тaкw сhнове tтрzсeнныхъ.