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

¹

Ѱало́мъ дв҃дꙋ, внегда̀ ѿбѣга́ше ѿ лица̀ а҆вессалѡ́ма сы́на своегѡ̀, г҃.

²

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

²

Гдⷭ҇и, что́ сѧ оу҆мно́жиша стꙋжа́ющїи мѝ; мно́зи востаю́тъ на мѧ̀,

³

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

³

мно́зи глаго́лютъ дꙋшѝ мое́й: нѣ́сть спⷭ҇нїѧ є҆мꙋ̀ въ бз҃ѣ є҆гѡ̀.

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

⁴

Ты́ же, гдⷭ҇и, застꙋ́пникъ мо́й є҆сѝ, сла́ва моѧ̀, и҆ возносѧ́й главꙋ̀ мою̀.

⁵

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

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Гла́сомъ мои́мъ ко гдⷭ҇ꙋ воззва́хъ, и҆ оу҆слы́ша мѧ̀ ѿ горы̀ ст҃ы́ѧ своеѧ̀.

⁶

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

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А҆́зъ оу҆снꙋ́хъ, и҆ спа́хъ, воста́хъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ гдⷭ҇ь застꙋ́питъ мѧ̀.

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

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Не оу҆бою́сѧ ѿ те́мъ люді́й, ѡ҆́крестъ напа́дающихъ на мѧ̀.

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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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Воскрⷭ҇нѝ, гдⷭ҇и, сп҃си́ мѧ, бж҃е мо́й: ꙗ҆́кѡ ты̀ порази́лъ є҆сѝ всѧ̑ враждꙋ́ющыѧ мѝ всꙋ́е, зꙋ́бы грѣ́шникѡвъ сокрꙋши́лъ є҆сѝ.

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

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Гдⷭ҇не є҆́сть спⷭ҇нїе, и҆ на лю́дехъ твои́хъ блгⷭ҇ве́нїе твоѐ.