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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.

Хвала̀ пѣ́сни дв҃дꙋ, не надпи́санъ оу҆ є҆врє́й, ч҃д҃.

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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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Прїиди́те, возра́дꙋемсѧ гдⷭ҇еви, воскли́кнемъ бг҃ꙋ сп҃си́телю на́шемꙋ:

³

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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предвари́мъ лицѐ є҆гѡ̀ во и҆сповѣ́данїи, и҆ во ѱалмѣ́хъ воскли́кнемъ є҆мꙋ̀:

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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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ꙗ҆́кѡ бг҃ъ ве́лїй гдⷭ҇ь, и҆ цр҃ь ве́лїй по все́й землѝ:

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For the sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

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ꙗ҆́кѡ въ рꙋцѣ̀ є҆гѡ̀ всѝ концы̑ землѝ, и҆ высѡты̀ го́ръ тогѡ̀ сꙋ́ть.

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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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Ꙗ҆́кѡ тогѡ̀ є҆́сть мо́ре, и҆ то́й сотворѝ є҆̀, и҆ сꙋ́шꙋ рꙋ́цѣ є҆гѡ̀ созда́стѣ.

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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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Прїиди́те, поклони́мсѧ и҆ припаде́мъ є҆мꙋ̀, и҆ воспла́чемсѧ пред̾ гдⷭ҇емъ сотво́ршимъ на́съ:

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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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ꙗ҆́кѡ то́й є҆́сть бг҃ъ на́шъ, и҆ мы̀ лю́дїе па́жити є҆гѡ̀ и҆ ѻ҆́вцы рꙋкѝ є҆гѡ̀. Дне́сь а҆́ще гла́съ є҆гѡ̀ оу҆слы́шите,

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where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.

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не ѡ҆жесточи́те серде́цъ ва́шихъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ въ прогнѣ́ванїи, по днѝ и҆скꙋше́нїѧ въ пꙋсты́ни:

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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 ѻ҆́ньже [и҆дѣ́же] и҆скꙋси́ша мѧ̀ ѻ҆тцы̀ ва́ши, и҆скꙋси́ша мѧ̀, и҆ ви́дѣша дѣла̀ моѧ̑.

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So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.

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Четы́редесѧть лѣ́тъ негодова́хъ ро́да тогѡ̀, и҆ рѣ́хъ: прⷭ҇нѡ заблꙋжда́ютъ се́рдцемъ, ті́и же не позна́ша пꙋті́й мои́хъ: