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

¹

Сынѡ́мъ коре́ѡвымъ, ѱало́мъ пѣ́сни, п҃ѕ҃.

²

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

²

Ѡ҆снова̑нїѧ є҆гѡ̀ на гора́хъ ст҃ы́хъ: лю́битъ гдⷭ҇ь врата̀ сїѡ̑нѧ па́че всѣ́хъ селе́нїй і҆а́кѡвлихъ.

³

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

³

Пресла̑внаѧ глаго́лашасѧ ѡ҆ тебѣ̀, гра́де бж҃їй.

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.

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Помѧнꙋ̀ раа́въ и҆ вавѷлѡ́на вѣ́дꙋщымъ мѧ̀: и҆ сѐ, и҆ноплемє́нницы и҆ тѵ́ръ и҆ лю́дїе є҆ѳїо́пстїи, сі́и бы́ша та́мѡ.

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

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Ма́ти сїѡ́нъ рече́тъ: человѣ́къ и҆ человѣ́къ роди́сѧ въ не́мъ, и҆ то́й ѡ҆снова̀ и҆̀ вы́шнїй.

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

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Гдⷭ҇ь повѣ́сть въ писа́нїи люді́й и҆ кнѧзе́й, си́хъ бы́вшихъ въ не́мъ.

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

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Ꙗ҆́кѡ веселѧ́щихсѧ всѣ́хъ жили́ще въ тебѣ̀.