¹

A Song of Degrees. Blessed are all they that fear the Lord; who walk in his ways.

Пѣ́снь степе́ней, р҃к҃з҃.

²

Thou shalt eat the labours of thy hands: blessed art thou, and it shall be well with thee.

¹

Бл҃же́ни всѝ боѧ́щїисѧ гдⷭ҇а, ходѧ́щїи въ пꙋте́хъ є҆гѡ̀:

³

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine on the sides of thy house: thy children as young olive-plants round about thy table.

²

трꙋды̀ плодѡ́въ [рꙋ́къ] твои́хъ снѣ́си: бл҃же́нъ є҆сѝ, и҆ добро̀ тебѣ̀ бꙋ́детъ.

⁴

Behold, thus shall the man be blessed that fears the Lord.

³

Жена̀ твоѧ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ лоза̀ плодови́та въ страна́хъ до́мꙋ твоегѡ̀:

⁵

May the Lord bless thee out of Sion; and mayest thou see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

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сы́нове твоѝ ꙗ҆́кѡ новосаждє́нїѧ ма̑сличнаѧ ѡ҆́крестъ трапе́зы твоеѧ̀.

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And mayest thou see thy children's children. Peace be upon Israel.

⁵

Сѐ, та́кѡ бл҃гослови́тсѧ человѣ́къ боѧ́йсѧ гдⷭ҇а.