Священник Даниил Сысоев - Толкование на Псалом 142-часть 6 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Psalm 142. Psalm David, he was driving him as an Absal, his son, 142. General, hear my prayer, inspire my prayer in your truth, hear me in your truth. And do not go to court with your slave, as if all living things will not be justified before you. As if the enemy is chasing my soul, I humbled my stomach in the ground; I planted me in the dark, like dead centuries. And my dull in me, my heart is crushed in me. Mention the days of ancientness; Leared in all the deeds of your, in the creations of your hand, learn. My hands, my soul, like anhydrous earth to you. Soon I hear me, Lord, my spirit disappeared; Do not turn your face away from me, and get the best to the moat. I will hear me a neighborhood of your mercy, like on Tek of the Highs; Tell me, Lord, the way, I’ll go a little, as if you were gloomy my soul. I am exhausted from my enemy, Lord, to you. Teach me to create your will, as you are my God; Your good spirit will instruct me to earth. Your name for the sake, Lord, lives; Thy truth out of sorrow my soul. And with your mercy, my enemies are consuming, and destroy the whole conjugating souls of my soul: he is az a slave.