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Psalm 41
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Pал0мъ м7а
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| For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core. | Въ конeцъ, въ рaзумъ сынHвъ корeовыхъ, pал0мъ дв7ду, м7№. |
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| As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God. | И$мже w4бразомъ желaетъ є3лeнь на и3ст0чники водны6z, си1це желaетъ душA моS къ тебЁ, б9е. |
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| My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? | ВозжадA душA моS къ бGу крёпкому, жив0му: когдA пріидY и3 kвлю1сz лицY б9ію; |
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| My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God? | Бhша слeзы мо‰ мнЁ хлёбъ дeнь и3 н0щь, внегдA глаг0латисz мнЁ на всsкъ дeнь: гдЁ є4сть бGъ тв0й; |
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| I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival. | Сі‰ помzнyхъ, и3 и3зліsхъ на мS дyшу мою2: ћкw пройдY въ мёсто селeніz ди1вна, дaже до д0му б9іz, во глaсэ рaдованіz и3 и3сповёданіz, шyма прaзднующагw. |
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| Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance. | Вскyю приск0рбна є3си2, душE моS; и3 вскyю смущaеши мS; ўповaй на бGа, ћкw и3сповёмсz є3мY, сп7сeніе лицA моегw2 и3 бGъ м0й. |
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| O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill. | Ко мнЁ самомY душA моS смzтeсz: сегw2 рaди помzнyхъ тS t земли2 їoрдaнски и3 є3рмwніи1мски, t горы2 мaлыz. |
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| Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me. | Бeздна бeздну призывaетъ во глaсэ хлsбій твои1хъ: вс‰ высwты6 тво‰ и3 вHлны тво‰ на мнЁ преид0ша. |
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| By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life. | Въ дeнь заповёсть гDь млcть свою2, и3 н0щію пёснь є3гw2 t менє2 [ў менє2], моли1тва бGу животA моегw2. |
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| I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me? | РекY бGу: застyпникъ м0й є3си2, почто2 мS забhлъ є3си2; и3 вскyю сётуz хождY, внегдA њскорблsетъ врaгъ; |
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| While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God? | ВнегдA сокрушaтисz костeмъ мои6мъ, поношaху ми2 врази2 мои2, внегдA глаг0лати и5мъ мнЁ на всsкъ дeнь: гдЁ є4сть бGъ тв0й; |
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| Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God. | Вскyю приск0рбна є3си2, душE моS; и3 вскyю смущaеши мS; ўповaй на бGа, ћкw и3сповёмсz є3мY, сп7сeніе лицA моегw2 и3 бGъ м0й. |
