Ветхий Завет. Псалтирь - Псалом 40 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blessed is reasonable on a poverty and wretched, on a day the Lord will save his Lord. May the Lord save him and lives him, and may appeal him to the lands, and may he not betray him in the hands of His enemies. May the Lord help him on the bed of his illness: he turned him all the bed in his illness. Az Reh: Lord, have mercy on me, healed my soul, as he had sinned teas. Come on my decide evil: when will his name die and die? And the entertaining person, in his opinion, in his heart, brothers in lawlessness to himself, is consumed and verbing, coupled. On my whisper, all me, enjoy my, on me angry to me. The word of the legislative laid on me: Sleep the food will not be attached to resurrect? For the man of my world, on the worthless hordes, is my venomous bread, the bent on me is stitched. You, Lord, have mercy on me and set me up and give them to them. In this, the damps, as if I got asleep, if my enemy will not rejoice about me. Men for the non -sound I got and approved me if you were before you in the age. Blessed the Lord God of Israel from centuries to century: Wake, wake.