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Psalm 147
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Ѱало́мъ рм҃з
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| Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggæus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Sion. | Похвалѝ, і҆ерⷭ҇ли́ме, гдⷭ҇а, хвалѝ бг҃а твоего̀, сїѡ́не: |
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| For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates; he has blessed thy children within thee. | ꙗ҆́кѡ оу҆крѣпѝ верєѝ вра́тъ твои́хъ, блгⷭ҇вѝ сы́ны твоѧ̑ въ тебѣ̀. |
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| He makes thy borders peaceful, and fills thee with the flour of wheat. | Полага́ѧй предѣ́лы твоѧ̑ ми́ръ, и҆ тꙋ́ка пшени́чна насыща́ѧй тѧ̀: |
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| He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly. | посыла́ѧй сло́во своѐ землѝ, до ско́рости тече́тъ сло́во є҆гѡ̀, |
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| He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes. | даю́щагѡ снѣ́гъ сво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ во́лнꙋ, мглꙋ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ пе́пелъ посыпа́ющагѡ, |
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| Casting forth his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold? | мета́ющагѡ го́лоть сво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ хлѣ́бы: проти́вꙋ лица̀ мра́за є҆гѡ̀ кто̀ постои́тъ; |
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| He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow with his wind, and the waters shall flow. | По́слетъ сло́во своѐ, и҆ и҆ста́етъ ѧ҆̀: дхне́тъ дꙋ́хъ є҆гѡ̀, и҆ потекꙋ́тъ во́ды. |
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| He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgments to Israel. | Возвѣща́ѧй сло́во своѐ і҆а́кѡвꙋ, ѡ҆правда̑нїѧ и҆ сꙋдбы̑ своѧ̑ і҆и҃леви: |
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| He has not done so to any other nation; and he has not shewn them his judgments. | не сотворѝ та́кѡ всѧ́комꙋ ꙗ҆зы́кꙋ, и҆ сꙋдбы̑ своѧ̑ не ꙗ҆вѝ и҆̀мъ. |
