¹

A Psalm of a Song for the sons of Core. His foundations are in the holy mountains.

¹

СынHмъ корewвымъ, pал0мъ пёсни, п7ѕ7.

²

The Lord loves the gates of Sion, more than all the tabernacles of Jacob.

²

Њснов†ніz є3гw2 на горaхъ с™hхъ: лю1битъ гDь вратA сіw6нz пaче всёхъ селeній їaкwвлихъ.

³

Glorious things have been spoken of thee, O city of God. Pause.

³

Пресл†внаz глаг0лашасz њ тебЁ, грaде б9ій.

⁴

I will make mention of Raab and Babylon to them that know me: behold also the Philistines, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians: these were born there.

⁴

ПомzнY раaвъ и3 вавmлHна вёдущымъ мS: и3 сE, и3ноплемє1нницы и3 тЂръ и3 лю1діе є3fі0пстіи, сjи бhша тaмw.

⁵

A man shall say, Sion is my mother; and such a man was born in her; and the Highest himself has founded her.

⁵

Мaти сіHнъ речeтъ: человёкъ и3 человёкъ роди1сz въ нeмъ, и3 т0й њсновA и5 вhшній.

⁶

The Lord shall recount it in the writing of the people, and of these princes that were born in her. Pause.

⁶

ГDь повёсть въ писaніи людjй и3 кнzзeй, си1хъ бhвшихъ въ нeмъ.

⁷

The dwelling of all within thee is as the dwelling of those that rejoice.

⁷

Ћкw веселsщихсz всёхъ жили1ще въ тебЁ.