Церковные песнопения - 6 Шестой Псалом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lord, but not your rage of me, below with your anger, you will treat me. Have mercy on me. Lord, as if impenetrable, healed me, Lord, as if my bones are crushed. And my soul is confused: and you, Lord, have long? Turn, Lord, deliver my soul: save me for your mercy. Like to be in death, commemorate you: in hell, who will be negotiated to you? I was bothering with my sighing, I will ultimate my bed with my bed, with my tears of my bed, I can do my rejuvenation. Crowning with rage of my eye, vows 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 is my prayer. Yes, they will be ashamed and crumpled by my enjoy, may they return and be ashamed soon.