¹

For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core.

¹

в конеw, ра'ꙁђм# сн~в# коре'ѓ^в#, м~а.

²

As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

²

Им#же ѓ%браꙁомъ жела'етъ е^ле'нь на и^сточникы водны'а, сі'це жела'етъ дш~а моя к тебњ бж~е”

³

My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

³

възжада дш~а моя к# б~ђ, крᲇпкомђ, живо'мђ” когда прїидђ, и^ ја^влюся лицђ бж~їю;

⁴

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

⁴

быша сле'зы моя мнњ хлњбъ дн~ь и^ ноu, внегда гл~ати м^и на вся'къ дн~ь, гдњ е^сть б~ъ твой;

⁵

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.

⁵

Сїа помянђхъ, и^ и^ꙁлїахъ на' мя дш~ђ мою, ја%ко проидђ` в мњсто кро'ва ди'вна, да'же до до'мђ бж~їа, въ гласњ ра'дованїа, и^ и^сповњданїа шђма праꙁнDђющаго”

⁶

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.

⁶

в#скђ'ю приско'рбна е^си дш~е моя, и^ в#скђю съмђща'еши мя; ё^пова'й на' б~а, ја%ко и^сповњмся е^мђ, сп~се'нїе лицђ мое^мђ и^ б~ъ мои”

⁷

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.

⁷

къ мнњ дш~а моя смђтися, сего ради помянђхъ т^я эT ꙁемля и^ѓ^рда'нскы і^ е^рмонїимскы, эT горы ма'лы”

⁸

Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

⁸

безнDа бе'ꙁднђ приꙁываеT, въ гласњ хля'бїи твои^х#” вс^я высоты` твоя` и^ волны` твоа по мнњ преидо'ша”

⁹

By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.

⁹

в дн~ь заповњсть г~ь млsть свою, и^ но'щїю пњснь е^го эT мене” мл~тва б~ђ живота` мое^го,

¹⁰

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?

¹⁰

рекђ` б~ђ, ꙁастђ'пникъ мой е^си” Почто` мя ꙁабы`, и^ в#скђ'ю сњтђа хождђ внегда стђжа'етъ ми врагъ;

¹¹

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

¹¹

Внегда съкрђшахђся косᲄи моя, понашахђ ми враѕи мои`” в#негда гл~ати и^мъ мн^њ на всяk дн~ь, гд^њ е^сть б~ъ ᲄвой;

¹²

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.

¹²

Вскђю прискорбна е^си дш~е моя`, и^ в#скђю смђща'еши мя`; ё^повай на' б~а, ја%ко и^сповᲇмся` е^мђ. сп~се'нїе лицђ моемђ, и^ б~ъ мой”