Текст песни Псалтирь - Псалом 11

Psalm 11
1 At the end, O fool, a psalm to David

2 Save me, Lord, for the saint is impoverished, for having lost the truth from the sons of men.
3 The verbal vowel kijdo to his sincere, the mouth of flattery in the heart, and in the heart of the vowel of evil
4 The Lord will require all oral flattery, a great tongue,
5 rekshya: we will exalt our tongue, our mouths are with us, who is our Lord?
6 Passions for the sake of the poor and the sighs of the poor, this day I will rise again, the Lord glorifies, I will put my trust in salvation, I will not reprimand him.
7The words of the Lord are words pure, silver kindled, tempted by the earth, cleansed by the sediment.
8 You, Lord, have been preserved and have kept us from this generation and forever.
9 The cross of wickedness is walking; according to your height, the sons of man have multiplied.