Библия - Псалтирь, псалом 11 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chief Chief. On eightwall. Psalm David.

Save, Lord, because it was not righteous, for there are no faithful between the sons of human.

Lie says every neighbor; Flusted, speak from the heart of the pretended.

The Lord destroys all the mouths flattering, well-wing,

those who say: our tongue to overpower, our mouth with us; Who is Mr.

For the sake of suffering of the poor and the rehabils of the poor, now it is rebeling, the Lord says, will refer to the security of the one who wants to catch.

The words of the Lord of the words are clean, silver, purified from the Earth in the horn, seven times repulsted.

You, Lord, save them, keep them from the kind of this forever.

Everywhere is wicked, when the insignificant of the sons of human sons were sublined.