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A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom.

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Pал0мъ дв7ду, внегдA tбэгaше t лицA ґвессалHма сhна своегw2, G.

²

O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.

²

ГDи, чт0 сz ўмн0жиша стужaющіи ми2; мн0зи востаю1тъ на мS,

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Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.

³

мн0зи глаг0лютъ души2 моeй: нёсть спcніz є3мY въ бз7э є3гw2.

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But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.

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Тh же, гDи, застyпникъ м0й є3си2, слaва моS, и3 возносsй главY мою2.

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I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.

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Глaсомъ мои1мъ ко гDу воззвaхъ, и3 ўслhша мS t горы2 с™hz своеS.

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I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.

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Ѓзъ ўснyхъ, и3 спaхъ, востaхъ, ћкw гDь застyпитъ мS.

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I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.

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Не ўбою1сz t тeмъ людjй, w4крестъ напaдающихъ на мS.

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Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

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Воскrни2, гDи, сп7си1 мz, б9е м0й: ћкw ты2 порази1лъ є3си2 вс‰ враждyющыz ми2 всyе, зyбы грёшникwвъ сокруши1лъ є3си2.

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Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.

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ГDне є4сть спcніе, и3 на лю1дехъ твои1хъ блгcвeніе твоE.