Церковное пение - Псалом 6 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lord, but not your rage of me, below your anger, you will treat me. Have mercy on me, Lord, as an impenetrable, I have healed, Lord, as if my bones are crushed, and my soul is crushed: and you, Lord, have long? Contact, Lord, deliver my soul: save me for your mercy: like to have a mind in death to you, in hell who will be negotiated to you? I was worried about my sighing, I will exhaust my bed on all my bed, with my tears of my bed, I can do my rejuvenation. Crowning with rage of my eye, wings in all my enemies. Return from me, all those who do lawlessness, as if hearing the Lord's voice of my cry: hearing the Lord my prayer, the Lord my prayer is pleasant. Yes, they will be ashamed and crumpled by me, may they return and be ashamed soon.