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.

Пњснь степеннаа, рк~ѕ”

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

Аще не г~ь съꙁи'жDетъ до'мђ, всђе трђди'шяся ѕи'ждђщеи” А$ще не г~ь сᲆхранит# граD, всђе бдњ` стрегїи”

³

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

²

Всђе вамъ е^сть ё^тренева'ти” Въста'нњте посњдани, ја^дђщеи` хлњб# болњꙁни, внегда дасть въꙁлюбленымъ свои'мъ сонъ”

⁴

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

³

Се^ достоа'нїе гн~е сн~ове, м#зда` плода чревна'го”

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

ЈА/ко стрњ'лы в рђцњ си'лнаго, тако сн~ве эTя'тыхъ”