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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.

Ѱало́мъ дв҃дꙋ, не надпи́санъ оу҆ є҆врє́й, м҃в҃.

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

Сꙋди́ ми, бж҃е, и҆ разсꙋдѝ прю̀ мою̀: ѿ ꙗ҆зы́ка не преподо́бна, ѿ человѣ́ка непра́ведна и҆ льсти́ва и҆зба́ви мѧ̀.

³

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

²

Занѐ ты̀ є҆сѝ, бж҃е, крѣ́пость моѧ̀, вскꙋ́ю ѿри́нꙋлъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ; и҆ вскꙋ́ю сѣ́тꙋѧ хождꙋ̀, внегда̀ ѡ҆скорблѧ́етъ вра́гъ;

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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

Послѝ свѣ́тъ тво́й и҆ и҆́стинꙋ твою̀: та̑ мѧ̀ наста́виста, и҆ введо́ста мѧ̀ въ го́рꙋ ст҃ꙋ́ю твою̀ и҆ въ селє́нїѧ твоѧ̑.

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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.

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И҆ вни́дꙋ къ же́ртвенникꙋ бж҃їю, къ бг҃ꙋ веселѧ́щемꙋ ю҆́ность мою̀: и҆сповѣ́мсѧ тебѣ̀ въ гꙋ́слехъ, бж҃е, бж҃е мо́й.