31 Укроти зверя в тростнике, стадо волов среди тельцов народов, хвалящихся слитками серебра; рассыпь народы, желающие браней.
32 Придут вельможи из Египта; Ефиопия прострет руки свои к Богу.
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 To the head of the choir. On Shoshannim. Psalm of David.
2 Save me, O God, for the waters have come to my soul.
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 become 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, for comforters, but I do not find.