33 Царства земные! пойте Богу, воспевайте Господа,

34 шествующего на небесах небес от века. Вот, Он дает гласу Своему глас силы.

35 Воздайте славу Богу! величие Его - над Израилем, и могущество Его - на облаках.

36 Страшен Ты, Боже, во святилище Твоем. Бог Израилев - Он дает силу и крепость народу [Своему]. Благословен Бог!

Псалом 68

1 Начальнику хора. На Шошанниме. Псалом Давида.

2 Спаси меня, Боже, ибо воды дошли до души [моей].

3 I am mired in a deep swamp, and there is nothing to stand on; I have entered into the depths of the waters, and their swift current draws me away.

4 I am faint with crying, my throat is withered, my eyes are weary because I am waiting for God.

5 There are more haters who hate me without guilt than a hair on my head; My enemies, who persecute me unjustly, have become stronger; what I did not take away, I must give.

6 God! Thou knowest my folly, and my sins are not hidden from thee.

7 Let not all in me be ashamed, O Lord, God of hosts. Let not those who seek thee in me, O God of Israel, be put to shame;

8 For for thy sake I bear reproach, and with disgrace they cover my face.

9 I have become a stranger to my brethren, and a stranger to my mother's sons;

10 For zeal for thy house devours me, and the reproaches of those who curse thee fall upon me;

11 And I weep, fasting in my soul, and these things are reproached to me;

12 And I put sackcloth on me instead of a garment, and I am made a parable to them.

13 Those who sit at the gate speak of me, and those who drink wine sing in song.

14 But I pray unto thee, O Lord; in the time of pleasure, O God, according to Thy great goodness, hear me in the truth of Thy salvation;

15 Take me out of the slime, that I may not be drowned; that I may be delivered from those who hate me, and from the deep waters;

16 Let not the rush of the waters carry me away, let not the deep swallow me up, let not the gulf of its mouth shut over me.

17 Hear me, O Lord, for thy mercy is good; according to the multitude of Thy mercies, look upon me;

18 Hide not thy face from thy servant, for I am grieved. hear me quickly;

19 draw near to my soul, deliver it; For the sake of my enemies, save me.

20 Thou knowest my reproach, my shame, and my shame: my enemies are all before thee.

21 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am faint, I have waited for compassion, but there is none, comforters, but I do not find.

22 And they gave me gall to eat, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

23 Let their table be a snare for them, and their peaceful feast a snare;