Псалтирь - Псалом 11 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Psalm 11

1 in the horse, oh, psalom David

2 Save me, Grave, as if it was pushing the present, I am grown up by Istina from the son of human ones.

3 Substitite verbal of the cums of her own, which was fallen into the sertz, and in the sardz verbaling.

4 Consumes of the Lord all the orals are flattering, the linguistic lord,

5 Rikshya: our lung luggage, oral, with us, who is the Lord Est?

6 of the suffering of those who are at all and the sighing of the milestones now resurrected, the Lord has gone, I will put in saving, not relying about Him.

7 Slovers of the Lord of Chista, fired, sophisticated of the earth, cleansed by the seventh -muria.

8 You, God, have preserved us and observe us from this day.

9 The wickedness of wicked, in your height, multiplied the sons of humanity.