Псалом 90 - Живый в помощи Вышнего - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Living in the help of the Vyshnyago, in the blood of God the Heavenly, will plunge. The Lord calls: my intercessor and my refuge, my God, and I trust in him. He will save the cats from the network, and the word is rebellious. Pleshma will dawn on his own, and under his Kril hoping. The Test of His Trud will eat by a weapon, not filled with fear of the night, flying from the arrow in the days, from a thing in TMA transient, from the sympathy and demon of midday. Thy thousand will fall from your country, and TMA Off you is not close to you. See your purima, and the retribution of the sinners of the Uzrishi. Like you, Lord, my hope, the highly laid your refuge. Evil will not come to you, and the wound will not come close to your bodies. It was like his angel to consult about you, to save them in all your travels. Things will be outraged in their hands, but not when you put your leg on your stone. On the aspid and a basilisk advance, and the lion and the serpent transfer. As for me Naobas, and I will deliver and; I will cover and, like my name. Will call me and hear him; I am in sorrow, I will be exhausted, and I will glorify him; I will fulfill him long days, and I will show him my salvation.