Псалтирь - Псалом 90 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Live in the help of Vysnyago, in the blood of God is awkward. The speech of the Lord: My Esno and the refuge of mine. My God, and I hope for him. Yako, that will save me from the network of Cullch, and from the word of the rebellion, the shoulders will be sinking the hand, and under Kille, it is hooked: the weapon will be created by the truth of him. Do not be removed from the fear of Nobachnago, from the arrows flying in the days, from the thing in the TME transient, from shaking and demon half-one. You fall from the country. Thousands of thousands, and TMA is wearest to you, I will not approach to you, Obachu is whatever you wonder, and the rewarding sinners. Yako You, Lord, Hope Moe, Vynyago put your refuge. Does not get an evil to you, and the wound will not approach your telesselle: I can also stop the angel about you, keep the things in all the ways of yours. In the hands of the hands, but not when you are pushing about the foot of your leg, at aspid and Vasilisk coming, and ease of Leo and Zmia. Yako on My Upopa, and get rid of and: covered and, too, know my name. I will call to me, and hear him: I am in grief, Izbu, and I will glorify him, I will fully fulfill him, and I will declare my salvation.