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Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
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The praise of a Song by David. Come, let us exult in the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to God our Saviour.
ХвалA пёсни дв7ду, не надпи1санъ ў є3врє1й, ч7д7.
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Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise to him with psalms.
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Пріиди1те, возрaдуемсz гDеви, воскли1кнемъ бGу сп7си1телю нaшему:
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For the Lord is a great God, and a great king over all gods: for the Lord will not cast off his people.
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предвари1мъ лицE є3гw2 во и3сповёданіи, и3 во pалмёхъ воскли1кнемъ є3мY:
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For the ends of the earth are in his hands; and the heights of the mountains are his.
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ћкw бGъ вeлій гDь, и3 цRь вeлій по всeй земли2:
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For the sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
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ћкw въ руцЁ є3гw2 вси2 концы6 земли2, и3 высwты2 г0ръ тогw2 сyть.
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Come, let us worship and fall down before him; and weep before the Lord that made us.
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Ћкw тогw2 є4сть м0ре, и3 т0й сотвори2 є5, и3 сyшу рyцэ є3гw2 создaстэ.
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For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
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Пріиди1те, поклони1мсz и3 припадeмъ є3мY, и3 восплaчемсz пред8 гDемъ сотв0ршимъ нaсъ:
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To-day, if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, according to the day of irritation in the wilderness:
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ћкw т0й є4сть бGъ нaшъ, и3 мы2 лю1діе пaжити є3гw2 и3 џвцы руки2 є3гw2. Днeсь ѓще глaсъ є3гw2 ўслhшите,
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where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.
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не њжесточи1те сердeцъ вaшихъ, ћкw въ прогнёваніи, по дни2 и3скушeніz въ пустhни:
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Forty years was I grieved with this generation, and said, They do always err in their heart, and they have not known my ways.
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въ џньже [и3дёже] и3скуси1ша мS nтцы2 вaши, и3скуси1ша мS, и3 ви1дэша дэлA мо‰.
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So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.
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Четhредесzть лётъ негодовaхъ р0да тогw2, и3 рёхъ: пrнw заблуждaютъ сeрдцемъ, тjи же не познaша путjй мои1хъ: