Ветхий Завет - 11 Псалтирь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Psalm, 11 psalm

1 chief chief. On eightwall. Psalm David.

2 Save [me], Lord, for it was not righteous, for there are no faithful between the sons of human.

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

4 destroy the Lord all mouth flattened, well-wing,

5 of those who say: "Our tongue is overpowering, our mouths with us; who we are Mr."?

6 For the sake of the suffering of the poor and the rehabille, the poor now risosula, the Lord says, will refer to the security of the one who wants to catch.

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

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

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