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

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Псало́мъ пѣ́сни обновле́нія до́му Дави́дова.

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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.

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Вознесу́ Тя, Го́споди, я́ко подъя́лъ мя́ єси́, и не возвесели́лъ єси́ враго́въ мои́хъ о мнѣ́.

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

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Го́споди Бо́же мо́й, воззва́хъ къ Тебѣ́, и изцѣли́лъ мя́ єси́.

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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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Го́споди, возве́лъ єси́ от а́да ду́шу мою́, спа́слъ мя́ єси́ от низходя́щихъ въ ро́въ.

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

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По́йте Го́сподеви, преподо́бніи Єго́, и исповѣ́дайте па́мять святы́ни Єго́:

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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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я́ко гнѣ́въ въ я́рости Єго́, и живо́тъ въ во́ли Єго́: ве́черъ водвори́тся пла́чь, и зау́тра ра́дость.

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

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А́зъ же рѣ́хъ во оби́ліи моє́мъ: не подви́жуся во вѣ́къ.

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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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Го́споди, во́лею Твоє́ю пода́ждь добро́тѣ моє́й си́лу: отврати́лъ же єси́ лице́ Твоє́, и бы́хъ смуще́нъ.

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

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Къ Тебѣ́, Го́споди, воззову́, и къ Бо́гу моєму́ помолю́ся.

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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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Ка́я по́льза въ кро́ви моє́й, внегда́ сходи́ти ми́ во истлѣ́ніє? Єда́ исповѣ́стся Тебѣ́ пе́рсть? Или́ возвѣсти́тъ и́стину Твою́?

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

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Слы́ша Госпо́дь и поми́лова мя́: Госпо́дь бы́сть помо́щникъ мо́й.

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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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Обрати́лъ єси́ пла́чь мо́й въ ра́дость мнѣ́, растерза́лъ єси́ вре́тище моє́ и препоя́салъ мя́ єси́ весе́ліємъ,

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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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я́ко да воспоє́тъ Тебѣ́ сла́ва моя́, и не умилю́ся. Го́споди Бо́же мо́й, во вѣ́къ исповѣ́мся Тебѣ́.