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1 Множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, да речет убо Израиль:

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

2 множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, ибо не премогоша мя.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

6 да будут яко трава на здех, яже прежде восторжения изсше:

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 еюже не исполни руки своея жняй, и недра своего рукояти собираяй:

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

8 и не реша мимоходящии: благословение Господне на вы, благословихом вы во имя Господне.

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!