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A Psalm of David. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man.

Pал0мъ дв7ду, не надпи1санъ ў є3врє1й, м7в7.

²

For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

¹

Суди1 ми, б9е, и3 разсуди2 прю2 мою2: t kзhка не препод0бна, t человёка непрaведна и3 льсти1ва и3збaви мS.

³

Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles.

²

ЗанE ты2 є3си2, б9е, крёпость моS, вскyю tри1нулъ мS є3си2; и3 вскyю сётуz хождY, внегдA њскорблsетъ врaгъ;

⁴

And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God.

³

Посли2 свётъ тв0й и3 и4стину твою2: т† мS настaвиста, и3 введ0ста мS въ г0ру с™yю твою2 и3 въ селє1ніz тво‰.

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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, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

⁴

И# вни1ду къ жeртвеннику б9ію, къ бGу веселsщему ю4ность мою2: и3сповёмсz тебЁ въ гyслехъ, б9е, б9е м0й.