Текст песни Польша, XIX в., на основе Popule meus - Избранный Мой народ

My chosen people!
God is responsible.
Performed or not
I am holy covenant?
And if I'm not delivered you from captivity?
And you captivated me, God of the whole universe.

I have told you a royal people,
Just for you I rend the marine waters:
I crowned you wreath of thorns
And flesh of my spear pierced infidels.

Or for the spring in the rock, sweet manna,
Or the way to the ground, the Promised Me,
You spit in my face, as if the enemy sworn,
And to bring to the court of Pontius Pilate.

I have given thee for an inheritance the land Hannaneev,
As his vineyard, I'll cherish.
You now My flesh wounds littered
And I prepared for death between the two villains.

Oh, how hard you amid the curses of the tornado
Poish Savior vinegar and gall!
He who lifted up your great glory,
Vznesёn you on the Cross - your Savior and Lord!