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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.

Пѣ́снь степе́ней.

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

А́ще не Госпо́дь сози́ждетъ до́мъ, всу́є труди́шася зи́ждущіи: а́ще не Госпо́дь сохрани́тъ гра́дъ, всу́є бдѣ́ стрегі́й.

³

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

²

Всу́є ва́мъ є́сть у́треневати: воста́нете по сѣдѣ́ніи яду́щіи хлѣ́бъ болѣ́зни, єгда́ да́стъ возлю́бленнымъ Свои́мъ со́нъ.

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

³

Се́, достоя́ніє Госпо́дне сы́нове, мзда́ плода́ чре́вняго.

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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.

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Я́ко стрѣ́лы въ руцѣ́ си́льнаго, та́ко сы́нове оттрясе́нныхъ.