¹

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

ўлоM двDвъ м~в, неѓ^пі'санъ эT е^вре'й”

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

Сђди` ми бж~е, и^ раꙁсђди` прю мою, эT ја^зы'ка непреподо'б#на, эT чл~ка неправеDна и^ льсᲄи'ва и^ꙁба'ви м^я”

³

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

²

ЈА/ко т^ы е^си бж~е держа'ва моя`, в#скђ'ю эTри'нђ мя, и^ в#скђю сњтђя хожDђ внегда стђжа'етъ врагъ;

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

посли свTњ твой, и^ і'стинђ твою. та` м^я насᲄа'виста, и^ в#ведо'ста м^я в# горђ ст~ђ'ю твою, и^ в# жили`ща твоя”

⁵

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$ в#ни'дђ к# жертвеникђ бж~їю, к# бг~ђ веселящемђ ю'ность мою” и^сповњмся тебњ в# гђ'слеX б~е, б~е мой”