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For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

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Pал0мъ пёсни њбновлeніz д0му дв7дова, к7f7.

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I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

²

Вознесy тz, гDи, ћкw под8sлъ мS є3си2, и3 не возвесели1лъ є3си2 врагHвъ мои1хъ њ мнЁ.

³

O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me.

³

ГDи б9е м0й, воззвaхъ къ тебЁ, и3 и3зцэли1лъ мS є3си2.

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O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from among them that go down to the pit.

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ГDи, возвeлъ є3си2 t ѓда дyшу мою2, сп7слъ мS є3си2 t низходsщихъ въ р0въ.

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Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

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П0йте гDеви, прпdбніи є3гw2, и3 и3сповёдайте пaмzть с™hни є3гw2:

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For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

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ћкw гнёвъ въ ћрости є3гw2, и3 жив0тъ въ в0ли є3гw2: вeчеръ водвори1тсz плaчь, и3 заyтра рaдость.

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And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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Ѓзъ же рёхъ во nби1ліи моeмъ: не подви1жусz во вёкъ.

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O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.

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ГDи, в0лею твоeю подaждь добр0тэ моeй си1лу: tврати1лъ же є3си2 лицE твоE, и3 бhхъ смущeнъ.

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To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

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Къ тебЁ, гDи, воззовY, и3 къ бGу моемY помолю1сz.

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What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?

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Кaz п0льза въ кр0ви моeй, внегдA сходи1ти ми2 во и3стлёніе; є3дA и3сповёстсz тебЁ пeрсть; и3ли2 возвэсти1тъ и4стину твою2;

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The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

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Слhша гDь и3 поми1лова мS: гDь бhсть пом0щникъ м0й.

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Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

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Њбрати1лъ є3си2 плaчь м0й въ рaдость мнЁ, растерзaлъ є3си2 врeтище моE и3 препоsсалъ мS є3си2 весeліемъ,

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that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced with sorrow. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.

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ћкw да воспоeтъ тебЁ слaва моS, и3 не ўмилю1сz. ГDи б9е м0й, во вёкъ и3сповёмсz тебЁ.