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Psalm 143
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Ѱало́мъ рм҃г
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| A Psalm of David concerning Goliad. Blessed be the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, and my fingers for war. | Блгⷭ҇ве́нъ гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ мо́й, наꙋча́ѧй рꙋ́цѣ моѝ на ѡ҆полче́нїе, пе́рсты моѧ̑ на бра́нь. |
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| My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me. | Млⷭ҇ть моѧ̀ и҆ прибѣ́жище моѐ, застꙋ́пникъ мо́й и҆ и҆зба́витель мо́й, защи́титель мо́й, и҆ на него̀ оу҆пова́хъ: повинꙋ́ѧй лю́ди моѧ̑ под̾ мѧ̀. |
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| Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him? | Гдⷭ҇и, что̀ є҆́сть человѣ́къ, ꙗ҆́кѡ позна́лсѧ є҆сѝ є҆мꙋ̀; и҆лѝ сы́нъ человѣ́чь, ꙗ҆́кѡ вмѣнѧ́еши є҆гѡ̀; |
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| Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow. | Человѣ́къ сꙋетѣ̀ оу҆подо́бисѧ: дні́е є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ сѣ́нь прехо́дѧтъ. |
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| O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. | Гдⷭ҇и, преклонѝ нб҃са̀, и҆ сни́ди: косни́сѧ гора́мъ, и҆ воздымѧ́тсѧ: |
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| Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them. | блеснѝ мо́лнїю, и҆ разжене́ши ѧ҆̀: послѝ стрѣ́лы твоѧ̑, и҆ смѧте́ши ѧ҆̀. |
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| Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children; | Послѝ рꙋ́кꙋ твою̀ съ высоты̀, и҆зми́ мѧ и҆ и҆зба́ви мѧ̀ ѿ во́дъ мно́гихъ, и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ сынѡ́въ чꙋжди́хъ, |
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| whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity. | и҆́хже оу҆ста̀ глаго́лаша сꙋетꙋ̀, и҆ десни́ца и҆́хъ десни́ца непра́вды. |
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| O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings. | Бж҃е, пѣ́снь но́вꙋ воспою̀ тебѣ̀, во ѱалти́ри десѧтострꙋ́ннѣмъ пою̀ тебѣ̀: |
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| Even to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword. | даю́щемꙋ спⷭ҇нїе царє́мъ, и҆збавлѧ́ющемꙋ дв҃да раба̀ своего̀ ѿ меча̀ лю́та. |
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| Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity; | И҆зба́ви мѧ̀ и҆ и҆зми́ мѧ и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ сынѡ́въ чꙋжди́хъ, и҆́хже оу҆ста̀ глаго́лаша сꙋетꙋ̀, и҆ десни́ца и҆́хъ десни́ца непра́вды: |
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| whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple. | и҆́хже сы́нове и҆́хъ ꙗ҆́кѡ новосаждє́нїѧ водрꙋжє́наѧ въ ю҆́ности свое́й, дщє́ри и҆́хъ оу҆до́брєны, преꙋкра́шєны ꙗ҆́кѡ подо́бїе хра́ма: |
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| Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets. | храни̑лища и҆́хъ и҆спо́лнєна, ѿрыга̑ющаѧ ѿ сегѡ̀ въ сїѐ: ѻ҆́вцы и҆́хъ многоплѡ́дны, мно́жащыѧсѧ во и҆схо́дищихъ свои́хъ: воло́ве и҆́хъ то́лсти: |
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| Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds. | нѣ́сть паде́нїѧ ѡ҆пло́тꙋ, нижѐ прохо́да, нижѐ во́плѧ въ сто́гнахъ и҆́хъ. |
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| Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, but blessed is the people whose God is the Lord. | Оу҆бл҃жи́ша лю́ди, и҆̀мже сїѧ̑ сꙋ́ть: бл҃же́ни лю́дїе, и҆̀мже гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ и҆́хъ. |
