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For the end, Destroy not, a Psalm of a Song for Asaph.

¹

Въ коне́цъ, да не растли́ши, ѱало́мъ пѣ́сни а҆са́фꙋ, о҃д҃.

²

We will give thanks to thee, O God, we will give thanks, and call upon thy name: I will declare all thy wonderful works.

²

И҆сповѣ́мысѧ тебѣ̀, бж҃е, и҆сповѣ́мысѧ тебѣ̀ и҆ призове́мъ и҆́мѧ твоѐ: повѣ́мъ всѧ̑ чꙋдеса̀ твоѧ̑.

³

When I shall take a set time, I will judge righteously.

³

Є҆гда̀ прїимꙋ̀ вре́мѧ, а҆́зъ правѡты̀ возсꙋждꙋ̀.

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The earth is dissolved, and all that dwell in it: I have strengthened its pillars. Pause.

⁴

Раста́ѧсѧ землѧ̀ и҆ всѝ живꙋ́щїи на не́й, а҆́зъ оу҆тверди́хъ столпы̀ є҆ѧ̀.

⁵

I said unto the transgressors, Do not transgress; and to the sinners, Lift not up the horn.

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Рѣ́хъ беззако́ннꙋющымъ, не беззако́ннꙋйте: и҆ согрѣша́ющымъ, не возноси́те ро́га.

⁶

Lift not up your horn on high; speak not unrighteousness against God.

⁶

Не воздвиза́йте на высотꙋ̀ ро́га ва́шегѡ и҆ не глаго́лите на бг҃а непра́вдꙋ:

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For good comes neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert mountains.

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ꙗ҆́кѡ нижѐ ѿ и҆схѡ́дъ, нижѐ и҆ за̑падъ, нижѐ ѿ пꙋсты́хъ го́ръ.

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For God is the judge; he puts down one, and raises up another.

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Ꙗ҆́кѡ бг҃ъ сꙋдїѧ̀ є҆́сть: сего̀ смирѧ́етъ, и҆ сего̀ возно́ситъ.

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For there is a cup in the hand of the Lord, full of unmingled wine; and he has turned it from side to side, but its dregs have not been wholly poured out; all the sinners of the earth shall drink them.

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Ꙗ҆́кѡ ча́ша въ рꙋцѣ̀ гдⷭ҇ни, вїна̀ нерастворе́на и҆спо́лнь растворе́нїѧ, и҆ оу҆клонѝ ѿ сеѧ̀ въ сїю̀: ѻ҆ба́че дро́ждїе є҆гѡ̀ не и҆стощи́сѧ, и҆спїю́тъ всѝ грѣ́шнїи землѝ.

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But I will exult for ever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

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А҆́зъ же возра́дꙋюсѧ въ вѣ́къ, воспою̀ бг҃ꙋ і҆а́кѡвлю:

¹¹

And I will break all the horns of sinners; but the horns of the righteous one shall be exalted.

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и҆ всѧ̑ ро́ги грѣ́шныхъ сломлю̀, и҆ вознесе́тсѧ ро́гъ првⷣнагѡ.