< Псалтирь 13 >

1 В конец, псалом Давиду.
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
2 Доколе, Господи, забудеши мя до конца? Доколе отвращаеши лице Твое от мене?
How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?
3 Доколе положу советы в души моей, болезни в сердцы моем день и нощь? Доколе вознесется враг мой на мя?
Let my voice come before you, and give me an answer, O Lord my God; let your light be shining on me, so that the sleep of death may not overtake me;
4 Призри, услыши мя, Господи Боже мой: просвети очи мои, да не когда усну в смерть:
And he who is against me may not say, I have overcome him; and those who are troubling me may not be glad when I am moved.
5 да не когда речет враг мой: укрепихся на него.
But I have had faith in your mercy; my heart will be glad in your salvation.
6 Стужающии ми возрадуются, аще подвижуся. Аз же на милость Твою уповах: возрадуется сердце мое о спасении Твоем: воспою Господеви благодеявшему мне и пою имени Господа Вышняго.
I will make a song to the Lord, because he has given me my reward.

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