“Song. Psalm "- indicates a musical-vocal performance "sons of Korea", "Teachings of Haman Ezrahit" points to the writer Eman, a Levite from the surname Korah, a contemporary of David and the head of the choir. He is called the Hezrachite because long time lived among the descendants of Zara from the tribe of Judah. - "Teaching" - this work represents a reflection on the events experienced. "Na Mahalaf" - the word, for the loss of its original meaning, was left without translation. It is assumed that some kind of folk song began with this word, and therefore the inscription indicates the nature of the tune - following the model of a song that begins with this word.
This psalm is the saddest, bleakest in the Psalter in terms of the degree of sorrow and heavy feeling that the writer depicts here. It is difficult to specify the time and occasion of its writing. Since the writer was Eman, a contemporary of David, devoted to him and sharing his life's misadventures with him, one can think that he was written about some kind of severe calamity experienced by David, perhaps persecution from Absalom, which is confirmed by the content of the psalm, where David is depicted as abandoned by his friends, they were abhorred, he is in distress, from which he sees no way out; all this is in accordance with the position of David at the time of the rebellion of Absalom. The psalm is full of complaints about the hopelessness of the writer's situation, the proximity of death from enemies and the consciousness of his complete defenselessness.
Hear my prayer, Lord, as I am covered with sorrows and disasters that threatened me with death (1-7). You pour out your anger on me: you removed my friends from me; tired of waiting for your help (8-10). If I die, can I praise You in Sheol? (11–13). I constantly cry to You, because Your calamities have crushed me, I am abandoned even by my closest friends (14-19).
. Lord God of my salvation! By day I cry and by night before You:
"By day I cry and by night before you"- constantly, vigilantly, the writer cried out to God for help in view of his difficult and hopeless situation.
. for my soul has been filled with calamities, and my life has drawn near to hell.
“For my soul has been filled with adversity, and my life has drawn near to hell” I am full of suffering, both spiritual and physical. By "spiritual" suffering, one can understand either David's internal torment for his crime with Bathsheba, which was the cause his troubles family life in the face of the rebellious Absalom, or, more likely (since the writer was Eman, who was not involved in this sin), in general, a spiritual, oppressed state from the disasters he experienced. Under the "corporal" - the external, physical calamities of David, primarily his illness.
. I am equal to those descending into the grave; I became like a man without strength,
. thrown among the dead, like the slain, lying in the tomb, whom You no longer remember and who are rejected by Your hand.
"I equaled those descending into the grave"- I, apparently, have to share the fate with those who are close to death, sheol. I am helpless "thrown between the dead"- hopelessly abandoned, sentenced to death. I am abandoned by you "like the dead lying in the tomb" whom You have left and do not visit with Your mercy. Staying and living in Sheol, according to this view, is a stay outside the mercy of God, He does not protect those who are there and leaves them outside of His care.
. You put me in the pit of hell, in darkness, in the abyss.
. Your wrath has weighed down on me, and with all Your waves You have struck [me].
. You removed my acquaintances from me, made me disgusting for them; I'm locked up and can't get out.
. My eye is weary of grief: all day long I have cried to Thee, O Lord; I have stretched out my hands to Thee.
You, Lord, condemned me to death, pouring your wrath on me abundantly ( "fury... and... waves s”) in my many sufferings; I became lonely, abandoned even by friends ( "deleted... acquaintances"). They consider intercourse with me a defilement ( "made me disgusting to them"), which probably points to some kind of serious illness of David, considered by others to be contagious and vile, like leprosy.
This is probably the same disease that David spoke of in Psalm 37 (), why can the psalm be considered written at the same time, that is, during the outbreak of the uprising of Absalom. I am trapped in these disasters and see no way out of them. - "My eye is weary of grief"- the eyes were weakened from disasters, sufferings, or in the sense that the eyesight was physically dulled from David's tears about his situation, or figuratively - in the fact that his sufferings were so long that his eyesight was dulled from waiting, looking for help from God.
. Will You work miracles on the dead? Will the dead rise up and praise You?
. Or will Thy mercy be proclaimed in the tomb, and Thy truth in the place of corruption?
. Will they know Your wonders in darkness, and in the land of forgetfulness Your righteousness?
The writer's prayer for deliverance from disasters takes on a different character here. If a person died, then he disappeared irrevocably for earthly existence, went to that world where the Lord no longer works miracles. The dead cannot be healed by medical art so that he can live and glorify God in Sheol ( "in the darkness... in the land of oblivion"- that is, deprived of physical light and, as it were, forgotten by God) no one can know about the miracles performed by God and the deeds of His great justice. This means that the one who died untimely, not a natural death, as the writer of the psalm fears for himself, cannot fulfill the purpose of man's appointment on earth - to sing of the deeds of the Lord and reverently honor His name.
. But I cry to You, Lord, and early in the morning my prayer precedes You.
. Why, O Lord, do you cut off my soul, hide your face from me?
The consciousness that the Lord will not allow a person to die without allowing him to fulfill his purpose encourages the writer and gives him the strength to ask God for mercy again and ask God - why are you, Lord, "tear off my soul"- why do not you fulfill the desires of my soul, my prayer for Your help?
. I am unhappy and melting from my youth; I bear Thy terrors and I am exhausted.
"I am unhappy and melting from my youth" I have suffered since my youth. This can be understood in relation to David being persecuted by Saul when he was a youth. These disasters do not leave him even now, in the persecution he is experiencing from Absalom. With indications of the degree and depth of his disasters, the writer ends the psalm.
This psalm is the fourth in the Six Psalms. The darkness of the night resembles hell, sleep is death. The appointment of this psalm in the morning service, before the onset of the day, reminds a person of the need for efforts on his part to avoid rejection from God, which is possible only with the help of God and prayer to Him (5, 14), so as not to be subjected to eternal night, eternal death.
Dead peopleMy eye is weary of grief:
All day long I have cried to You, Lord,
stretched out my hands to you. Is
over the dead Will you work a miracle?
Will the dead rise and be
praise You? or in the coffin
Thy mercy is proclaimed, and truth
Is yours in a place of decay? is it in the dark
they will know your wonders, and in the earth
forgetfulness - your righteousness?
Ps. (87:11-13)
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- Ask for an apartment, an apartment and money, more money.
Mind, mind, fool, ask! What kind of girl will marry you, crazy? Who do you need, you fool?
What girl? Have you seen him give birth? Yes, it’s a shame to appear in public with such a muzzle, but you’re talking about girls ... Here, even an ugly girl will not stare without a love spell. Beauty, Yegorka, ask, otherwise you will disappear until the end of your days without a woman like this freak as now.
What are you burning? But is the mug in a man important? For me, it has always been like this in my youth: even if the last freak, but with character. He will move his fist on the table, so that the furniture in the house shakes, barks, so that the walls tremble, but as soon as it hits my ass, I melt all ... Strength, Yegor, this is the main thing, without strength you will not be happy.
What strength? You look - you can harness it to a cart instead of a mare. Strength ... Yes, his head would break the walls, it would be good, there is still no mind. Even if in fact he is a weakling worse than a woman, for money - anyone will do. Let him be ugly, weak, stupid, but with money. So do not be afraid, Yegorka, and ask for more riches, tea, and we will fall from you.
Big, overweight, clumsy, disheveled, thirty years old, in bubbling pants and a rag jacket, looking like a shy hippo, he stepped into the temple, catching his sleeve on the door. There was a smell of incense, melted wax, prayer. Ancient, beautiful and strict saints looked at Yegorka from the walls. They looked insinuatingly and sadly, with a secret hope, as if they wanted something very important from him, but they understood that in front of them was only Yegorka. He shrank, bent over, hid his hands in his sleeves and looked at the saints, from the bottom up, with bulging, crazy eyes. Thick, crooked lips were parted, frightened sniffling came from wide bullish nostrils, a huge, ugly head turned convulsively when Yegorka looked away.
The mother and the old woman stood in the doorway, whispering apprehensively, crossing themselves confusedly, looking at Yegorka with curiosity, hatred and mockery. They were waiting for a miracle, and there was something dark, funny, Russian in this expectation. “Oh, grandmothers, you’re lucky,” a familiar midwife sang out a couple of days ago, “you don’t have a child, but gold, God’s gift.” “What are you, Scylla, collapsed from the oak tree? - the mother and the old woman were surprised. - For thirty years we have been tolerating this monster, feeding, watering, dressing, and he only mumbles in response and not a word of gratitude. Just know our blood is sucking, bloodsucker. Yes, you can’t let him out of the house without supervision - he’ll take candy from a child, then he’ll grab a girl for a living, then he’ll stand in the middle of the road and stand like a fool, drivers honk at him, and he threatens them with his fist in response ... ” “Oh, and you are fools, women, oh, and fools,” Scylla continued, swaying in her chair, “yes, look how he glows all over you when he looks at the sun. And when he picks leaves from trees or drinks from a puddle? Even if he is not rich in mind, but there is a spark of God in him, a blissful little fire inside. He's a saint, that's what." “Uh, you, Scylla, apparently ate something wrong today,” the mother and the old woman looked at each other, “What kind of saint is he? You look at his face. Burn him in hell for eternity with such a mug. And you say, saint…” “You don’t understand anything, old women,” objected Scylla, “nothing. Does holiness lie in the face? A holy man, he may be both disgusting in face and body, but he is beautiful in soul. Here's how your Yegorka. I look at him and can’t stop admiring him: his eyes are crazy, his movements are clumsy, saliva drips from the edge of his mouth ... But how much light and hidden meaning is in all this! Is he even baptized?” "Baptized," - after a little thought, the mother and the old woman decided. "Well, fine! Take him, babonki, to church and hurry, - said the midwife, - there he belongs. And through it, you will benefit. After all, he is a man of God, he is honored and condescending in heaven. Whatever he does not ask of the Lord our God Jesus Christ, everything will be fulfilled. With him, every movement is a prayer. Just look!..” They looked, looked at each other, grimaced, thought and nodded: why not prayer?
With a timid, staggering step, with his mouth half open, Yegorka went out into the middle of the church and stood under the very dome, looking at the wondrous, high vaults. From the narrow, patterned windows, dense sunlight penetrated into the semi-darkness of the temple, smoothly fell on the dusty, gloomy frescoes, making them softer, kinder, fell on faces, played with the gilding of the iconostasis, carving sparks, giving the altar the grandeur of the night sky. The rare old women who came to pray on a weekday dispersed to the corners, as if they were afraid to break the reigning harmony, stood silent, weak, occasionally crossed themselves. Candles burned, crackling languidly. Egorka took a few more steps, glanced at the iconostasis, screwed up his eyes, wrinkled his face, stuck out his lower lip, got deeper into his jacket, and froze.
What was he thinking there? the old woman was worried.
The mother shrugged.
Egorka half-opened his eyes, glanced sideways at the icon of the Mother of God at the window, turned his head, behind her torso, stared at the Virgin Mary as if she had raised a knife over him, waved his arms, as if chasing someone away from him, but suddenly straightened up, threw up his head, stuck out chest, walked towards the icon cheerfully and confidently. The mother and the old woman watched the offspring in horror. Approaching almost close to the image, Yegor stopped, shook his head, stared at the beautiful and thin face of the Virgin, bared his teeth in an ugly smile with rare snags of yellow teeth.
Oh, mother, what will happen now, - the old woman drawled.
Egor! Mom called loudly.
Chirik! the son responded, looking at the image. - Cheer-cheep!
A small cemetery surrounded by a stone fence, a five-domed temple with a tall, slender belfry-beauty, long pine trees stretching behind the bell tower, birch trees, graves closely pressed against each other, well-groomed, abandoned, raspberries with large, bloody berries, juicy bunches of strawberries, blue - black currant balls, emerald sabers of a giant sedge ... Everything here whispered about a quiet and eternal life.
Egorka began to visit this place often. He would come timid, bewildered, sit down on an elongated yellow boulder next to the temple, stare for hours at the gilded drops of domes, perplexedly sticking out his already protruding lower lip. Then he got up and wandered into the depths of the cemetery, looked at the tombstones and crosses without much interest, stopped next to the empty graves overgrown with dark weeds, carefully, stealthily went around in a circle, not taking his crazy eyes off them and suddenly broke loose, jumped up the grave mound, plunging along ankles to the ground, straightened up, spread his arms to the sides and stood like that for a long time, depicting a cross.
Yes, to drive him in the neck, this blasphemer, - some parishioners muttered, but they were afraid to approach the crazy giant.
Hush, infidels, be silent, - others hissed, - he is a holy fool!
If he were a holy fool, he would not trample graves and would have a god-like appearance, like our father’s, the first answered. - Look at the icon of blessed Simenon - in a cassock, in a beard, intelligent eyes, a tortured face - everything, like people! You can immediately see - a holy man, an old man. And this Yegor is yours - what? Not a man, but a devil with horns!
But where is it seen that the holy fool in a cassock walked? Or to behave like a normal person? That's why he is a holy fool, to pretend to be insane, showing us our sins and exposing our vices. Take a look at him - he is standing, picking his nose. Do you think he is insane? An no. This he tells you, sinners, they say, become like a pure and blameless child ...
Cemetery crows, gloomy, heavy birds, clinging to the thin branches of birches, crosses and tombstones, stared displeasedly at Yegorka when he wandered between the graves.
U-u ... - Yegorka threatened and reached out with his fist to the birds.
Kar, - answered the crows.
Woo! - Yegorka lost his temper.
Car, car, car, the crows teased.
Yegor picked up a few pebbles and threw them at the birds. The crows flapped their wings as if they were applauding, and looked at him mockingly with black pearls in their eyes. Seeing this, Yegor tore off his jacket and ran to the crows. The birds were worried. Rotating his jacket as if it were a club, Egorka ran up to the tombstones and in a few strokes drove away the crows from there, jumping up, hitting the branches, hitting the crosses with a swing, frightening the remaining birds. The ravens took off, croaking angrily, sat on the roof and domes of the temple, gathered up their wings, spread their chests, sat like that, arrogant, proud, looking with contempt at the usurper. Yegorka victoriously spat in the direction of the birds and importantly walked around the occupied lands.
Look, he's spitting at the church, a heretic! - some parishioners were indignant.
And that's right, he spitting, - others agreed, - it seems that not everything is good in our church ...
What could be wrong with her? asked the first.
And then you, as if, do not know about our father? - the second ones switched to a whisper.
We don’t know anything about our father, the first ones deceived.
And the way he was drunk the other day with a half-naked girl in an embrace around the streets, didn’t you see?
They saw, - the first blushed, - well, so what? He is a prominent man, single ... And the girl was not bad - who can resist here?
And how he dragged out the “eternal summer” at the Paschal liturgy, don’t you remember?
We remember, we all remember. And we forgive everything: with whom does it not happen?
And even then you forgive that, having somehow come to the temple in a drunken stupor and having drunk the whole church Cahors, he communed the people with diluted moonshine?
And we forgive it. Nothing should interfere with the celebration of Holy Communion. Yes, and moonshine, I must say, was on the level ... Very even on the level ... Quiet! Father is coming.
87 Song. Psalm, Sons of Korah. To the head of the choir at Mahalaf, for singing. Teachings of Eman Ezrahit.
Lord God of my salvation! By day I cry and by night before Thee: 2 Let my prayer come in before Thee; incline your ear to my supplication, 3 for my soul is filled with calamities, and my life draws near to hell. 4 I have become equal to those who go down to the grave; I became like a man without strength, 5 thrown among the dead, like the slain, lying in the tomb, whom You no longer remember and who are rejected by Your hand. 6 You have put me in the pit of hell, in darkness, in the abyss. 7 Thy wrath hath weighed upon me, and with all Thy waves thou hast struck [me]. 8 You removed my friends from me, you made me disgusting to them; I'm locked up and can't get out. 9 My eye is weary with grief; all day long I have cried unto Thee, O Lord; I have stretched out my hands to Thee. 10 Will you work wonders on the dead? Will the dead rise up and praise You? 11 Or will your mercy be proclaimed in the tomb, and your truth in a place of decay? 12 Will they know your wonders in darkness, and in the land of forgetfulness your righteousness? 13 But I cry to Thee, O Lord, and early in the morning my prayer precedes Thee. 14 Why, O Lord, do you cut off my soul, do you hide your face from me? 15 I am unhappy and melting from my youth; I bear Thy terrors and I am exhausted. 16 Your wrath has passed over me; your fears have crushed me; 17 every day they surround me like water; they surround me all together. 18 You removed from me a friend and a sincere one; my friends are not visible.
88 Teaching of Epham Ezrahit.
Mercies [Thy], Lord, I will sing forever, to generation and generation to proclaim Your truth with my mouth. 2 For I say, Mercy is founded forever; You established Your truth in heaven, [when you said]: 3 "I made a covenant with my chosen one, I swore to David my servant: 4 I will establish your seed forever, I will establish your throne in generation and generation." 5 And the heavens will glorify your marvelous works, O Lord, and your truth in the assembly of the saints. 6 For who in heaven compares with the Lord? who among the sons of God will be like the Lord? 7 God is terrible in the great host of saints, he is terrible for all those around him. 8 Lord God of hosts! Who is strong like You, Lord? And your truth is around you. 9 You have dominion over the fury of the sea: when its waves rise, You tame them. 10 You cast down Rahab as a slain man; With Your mighty arm I scattered Your enemies. 11 Your heavens and Your earth; the universe and what fills it, you founded. 12 You created the north and the south; Tabor and Hermon rejoice in Your name. 13 Strong is thy arm, strong is thy arm, high is thy right hand! 14 Justice and uprightness are the foundation of thy throne; mercy and truth go before you. 15 Blessed are the people who know the trumpet call! They walk in the light of your face, O Lord, 16 in your name they rejoice all day long, and in your righteousness they are exalted, 17 for you are the adornment of their strength, and our horn is exalted by your favor. 18 Our shield is from the Lord, and our king is from the Holy One of Israel. 19 You once spoke in a vision to your holy one, and said, “I helped a man of courage, I lifted up the chosen one from the people. 20 I found David my servant, I anointed him with my holy oil. 22 The enemy will not overcome him, neither will the son of iniquity oppress him. 23 I will crush his enemies before him, and strike down those who hate him. 24 And my truth and my mercy shall be with him, and his horn shall be exalted in my name. 25 And I will put his hand on the sea, and 26 He will call on me: You are my father, my God, and the rock of my salvation. 27 And I will make him the firstborn, exalted above the kings of the earth, 28 I will keep my mercy on him forever, and my covenant with him will be true. 29 And I will continue his seed forever, and his throne as the days of heaven.30 If his sons forsake my law, and do not walk in my commandments;31 if they break my statutes and keep not my precepts: 33 but I will not take away my mercy from him, neither will I change my truth. I will break My covenant, and I will not change what has gone out of My mouth. 35 Once I swore by my holiness, Shall I lie to David? 36 His seed will endure forever, and his throne will be like the sun before Me, 37 forever will he be as firm as the moon, and a faithful witness in heaven. Thy servant, cast down his crown to the ground, 40 destroyed all his walls, turned his fortress into ruins. 44 He took away his splendor, and cast his throne to the ground, 45 shortened the days of his youth, and covered him with shame. 47 Remember what my age is: for what vanity did You create all the sons of men? 48 Which of the people lived and did not see death, delivered his soul from the hand of hell? 49 Where are Your former mercies, Lord? You swore to David by Your truth. 50 Remember , Lord, the reproach of ra Your bov, which I carry in my bosom from all the mighty peoples; 51 How your enemies reproach, O Lord, how the footprints of your anointed one dishonor. 52 Blessed be the Lord forever! Amen, amen.
89 Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
2 Lord! You are our refuge in generation and generation. 3 Before the mountains were born, and You formed the earth and the world, and from everlasting to everlasting You are God. 4 You return man to corruption and say, "Return, sons of men!" 5 For before your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday, when it is past, and [like] a watch in the night. 6 You [like] a flood carry them away; they are [like] a dream, like grass that grows in the morning, blooms and turns green in the morning, is cut down and dries up in the evening; 7 For we are perishing because of your wrath, and because of your wrath we are in confusion. 8 You have laid our iniquities before You, and our secrets before the light of Your face. 9 All our days have passed in thy wrath; we are losing our summers like sound. 10 days of our years - seventy years, and with a greater strength - eighty years; and their best time is labor and illness, for they pass quickly, and we fly. 11 Who knows the strength of your anger, and your fury according to the measure of your fear? 12 Teach us how to number our days, that we may gain a wise heart. 13 Turn, Lord! How long? Have mercy on your servants. 14 Satisfy us early with thy mercy, and we shall rejoice and be glad all our days. 15 Rejoice us for the days [in which] You struck us down, for the years [in which] we saw disaster. 16 Let your work appear on your servants, and on their sons your glory; 17 And let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and in the work of our hands prosper with us, in the work of our hands prosper.
90 He who dwells under the roof of the Most High under the shadow of the Almighty rests, 2 says to the Lord: "My refuge and my protection, my God, in whom I trust!" 3 He will deliver you from the snare of the hunter, from the deadly sore; 4 He will overshadow you with His feathers, and under His wings you will be secure; a shield and a fence are His truth. 5 Thou shalt not be afraid of terrors in the night, of an arrow flying by day, 6 of a pestilence that walks in darkness, of a pestilence that devastates at noon. 7 A thousand will fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; but it will not come near you: 8 you will only look with your eyes and see the retribution of the wicked. 9 For you [said], "The Lord is my hope"; You have chosen the Most High as your refuge; 10 Evil will not happen to you, and the plague will not come near your dwelling. 11 for he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways: 12 they will carry you up in their hands, lest you strike your foot against a stone; 13 you will step on the asp and the basilisk; you will trample on the lion and the dragon. 14 "Because he loved me, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. 15 He will call to me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and glorify him; 16 with long days I will satisfy him, and I will show him my salvation."
91 Psalm. Song for the Sabbath.
It is good to praise the Lord and sing to Your name, O Most High, 2 to proclaim Your mercy in the morning and Your truth in the night, 3 on a ten-string and psalter, with a song on the harp. 4 For you have made me glad, O Lord, with your work; I delight in the works of your hands. 5 How great are your works, O Lord! marvelously deep are thy thoughts! 6 The foolish man does not know, and the ignorant do not understand it. 7 While the wicked spring up like grass, and the workers of iniquity bloom to vanish forever, - 8 You, Lord, are exalted forever! 9 For, behold, thy enemies, O Lord, behold, thy enemies perish, and all the workers of iniquity are scattered; 10 But you exalt my horn like the horn of a unicorn, and I am anointed with fresh oil; 11 And my eye looks at my enemies, and my ears hear of the evildoers rising up against me. 12 The righteous one blossoms like a palm tree; he stands like a cedar in Lebanon. 13 Planted in the house of the Lord, they bloom in the courts of our God; 14 they are fruitful even in old age, juicy and fresh, 15 to proclaim that the Lord is righteous, my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
92 The Lord reigns; He is clothed with majesty, the Lord is clothed with might [and] girded: therefore the universe is firm, it will not move. 2 Your throne is established from time immemorial: You are from time immemorial. 3 The rivers lift up their voice, O Lord; the rivers lift up their waves. 4 But more than the noise of many waters, the mighty waves of the sea, the Lord is mighty in the highest. 5 Your testimonies are undoubtedly true. To Your house, O Lord, belongs holiness for many days.
93 God of vengeance, Lord, God of vengeance, reveal yourself! 2 Arise, Judge of the earth, repay the proud. 3 How long, O Lord, will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph? 4 They spew bold words; all those who do iniquity are magnified; 5 They trample down Your people, O Lord; they oppress Your inheritance; 6 They kill the widow and the stranger, and kill the orphans, 7 and they say, "The Lord will not see, and the God of Jacob will not know." 8 Understand, senseless people! when will you be smart, ignoramuses? 9 He who planted an ear, will he not hear? and he who formed the eye will not see? 10 He who admonishes the nations will not reprove, - He who teaches man understanding? 11 The Lord knows the thoughts of men that they are vain. 12 Blessed is the man whom You admonish, O Lord, and instruct with Your law, 13 to give him rest in days of trouble, until a pit is dug for the wicked! 14 For the Lord will not turn away his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance. 15 For judgment will return to righteousness, and all the upright in heart will [follow] it. 16 Who will rise up for me against the wicked? who will stand for me against those who do iniquity? 17 If the Lord had not been my helper, my soul would soon have settled in the [land] of silence. 18 When I said, "My foot is tottering," Your mercy, O Lord, sustained me. 19 When my sorrows increase in my heart, your comforts delight my soul. 20 Will the seat of the destroyers come near you, plotting violence contrary to the law? 21 The crowd rush to the soul of the righteous and condemn the blood of the innocent. 22 But the Lord is my defense, and my God is the rock of my refuge, 23 and he will turn their iniquity upon them, and destroy them by their wickedness; the Lord our God will destroy them.
94 Come, let us sing to the Lord; let us shout to the rock of our salvation; 2 let us stand before him with thanksgiving, let us exclaim to him in songs, 3 for the Lord is a great God and a great King over all the gods. 4 In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the tops of the mountains are his; 5 His is the sea, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. 6 Come, let us bow down and bow down, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; 7 For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand. Oh, that now you would listen to His voice: 8 "Harden not your hearts, as in Meribah, as in the day of temptation in the wilderness, 9 where your fathers tempted me, tried me, and saw my work. 10 For forty years I was irritated by the generation this, and said, These are a people that err in heart; they do not know my ways 11 Wherefore I swore in my anger that they should not enter into my rest."
95 Sing a new song to the Lord; sing to the Lord, all the earth; 2 sing to the Lord, bless His name preach the gospel from day to day of his salvation; 3 proclaim his glory among the nations, his marvels in all nations; 4 For the Lord is great and praiseworthy, he is more terrible than all the gods. 5 For all the gods of the nations are idols, but the Lord created the heavens. 6 Glory and majesty are before him, power and majesty are in his sanctuary. 7 Render unto the Lord, you nations of nations, render unto the Lord glory and honour; 8 Give the Lord the glory of his name, bring gifts and go into his courts; 9 Worship the Lord in the splendor of the sanctuary. Tremble before Him, all the earth! 10 Tell the nations: The Lord reigns! therefore the universe is firm, it will not be shaken. He will judge the nations with righteousness. 11 Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar and what fills it; 12 let the field rejoice and all that is in it, and let all the trees of the oak rejoice 13 before the face of the Lord; for he is coming, for he is coming to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness, and the nations with his truth.
96 The Lord reigns: let the earth rejoice; let the numerous islands rejoice. 2 Cloud and darkness surround him; righteousness and judgment are the foundation of his throne. 3 Fire goes before Him and burns His enemies all around. 4 His lightnings illuminate the universe; the earth sees and trembles. 5 The mountains melt like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of all the earth. 6 The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all nations see his glory. 7 Let all who serve idols be put to shame, who boast in idols. Bow before Him, all gods. 8 Zion hears and rejoices, and the daughters of Judah rejoice because of Thy judgments, O Lord; 9 for Thou, O Lord, is exalted above all the earth, exalted above all gods. 10 Those who love the Lord, hate evil! He keeps the souls of His saints; delivers them from the hand of the wicked. 11 Light shines on the righteous, and gladness on the upright in heart. 12 Rejoice, you righteous ones, in the Lord and glorify the remembrance of his holiness.
97 Psalm.
Sing a new song to the Lord, for He has done wonders. His right hand and His holy arm gave Him the victory. 2 The Lord hath revealed His salvation, He has revealed His righteousness before the eyes of the nations. 3 He remembered His mercy and His faithfulness to the house of Israel. All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God. 4 Shout unto the Lord, all the earth; rejoice, rejoice, and sing; 5 Sing to the Lord with the harp, with the harp, and with the voice of psalmody; 6 At the sound of trumpets and horns, rejoice before the King of the Lord. 7 Let the sea roar and what fills it, the world and those who dwell in it; 8 let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains rejoice together 9 before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness and the nations with righteousness.
98 The Lord reigns: let the nations tremble! He sits on the Cherubim: let the earth shake! 2 The Lord is great in Zion, and he is high above all nations. 3 Let them praise the great and terrible your name: it's holy! 4 And the power of the king loves judgment. You have established justice; judgment and righteousness You have done in Jacob. 5 Praise the Lord our God, and worship his footstool: holy is it! 6 Moses and Aaron among the priests, and Samuel among those who called on his name, cried to the Lord, and he gave ear to them. 7 In a pillar of cloud he spoke to them; they kept his commandments and the ordinance he gave them. 8 Lord our God! You listened to them; You were for them a God forgiving and punishing for their deeds. 9 Praise the Lord our God, and worship on his holy mountain, for holy is the Lord our God.
99 Psalm of praise.
Shout to the Lord, all the earth! 2 Serve the Lord with joy; go before Him with an exclamation! 3 Know that the Lord is God, that He created us, and we are His, His people and the sheep of His flock. 4 Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, into His courts with praise. Praise him, bless his name, 5 for the Lord is good; his mercy endures forever, and his truth unto generation and generation.
100 Psalm of David.
I will sing mercy and judgment; To you, Lord, I will sing. 2 I will meditate on the undefiled path: "When will you come to me?" I will walk in the integrity of my heart in the midst of my house. 3 I will not put things indecent before my eyes; I hate criminal work: it will not cling to me. 4 The corrupt heart will be removed from me; evil I will not know. 5 Secretly slandering his neighbor, exile; I will not tolerate the proud in eyes and haughty in heart. 6 My eyes are on the faithful of the earth, that they may dwell with me; whoever walks in integrity will serve me. 7 He who does wickedness will not dwell in my house; whoever speaks a lie will not remain before my eyes. 8 From early morning I will destroy all the wicked of the earth, in order to root out from the city of the Lord all those who do iniquity.
101 The prayer of the afflicted, when he loses heart and pours out his grief before the Lord.
God! hear my prayer, and let my cry come to you. 2 Do not hide your face from me; in the day of my affliction, incline your ear to me; on the day [when I call to you], hear me soon; 3 For my days are gone like smoke, and my bones are burned like a brand; 4 my heart is smitten and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread; 5 Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh. 6 I am like a pelican in the wilderness; I became like an owl in the ruins; I do not sleep and sit like a lonely bird on the roof. 8 All day long my enemies revile me, and those who resent me curse me. 9 I eat ashes like bread, and I dilute my drink with tears, 10 because of your anger and your indignation, for you lifted me up and cast me down. 11 My days are like a fading shadow, and I am withered like grass. 12 But Thou, O Lord, abides forever, and the remembrance of Thee is unto generation and generation. 13 You will rise up and have mercy on Zion, for the time has come to have mercy on her, for the time has come; 14 For thy servants have loved its stones, and have pity on its dust. 15 And the nations shall fear the name of the Lord, and all the kings of the earth shall fear thy glory. 16 For the Lord will build Zion and appear in his glory; 17 He will look to the prayers of the helpless, and will not despise their prayers. 18 It will be written about this for the next generation, and the generation to come will praise the Lord, sons of death 21 that they might proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem, 22 when nations and kingdoms are gathered together to serve the Lord. 23 He has exhausted my strength in the way; He has shortened my days. 24 I said: My God! do not rapture me in half of my days. Your years in childbirth. 25 In the beginning You founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of Your hands; 26 they will perish, but you remain; and they all become worn out like a garment, and like a garment you will change them, and they will be changed; 27 but You are the same, and Your years will not end. 28 The sons of thy servants shall live, and their seed shall be established before thy face.
102 Psalm of David.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all my inward being is His holy name. 2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits. 3 He forgives all your iniquities, heals all your diseases; 4 redeems your life from the grave, crowns you with mercy and bounties; 5 Your desire satisfies with good things; your youth is renewed like an eagle. 6 The Lord does righteousness and judgment for all who are offended. 7 He showed his ways to Moses, to the children of Israel his works. 8 The Lord is generous and merciful, long-suffering and much merciful: 9 He is not completely angry, and he is never angry. 10 He did not deal with us according to our iniquities, and did not repay us according to our sins: 11 For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is the mercy [of the Lord] to those who fear Him; 12 As far as the east is from the west, so has he removed our iniquities from us; 13 As a father has mercy on his sons, so the Lord has mercy on those who fear him. 14 For He knows our constitution, He remembers that we are dust. 15 The days of a man are like grass; like the flower of the field, so it blooms. 16 The wind will pass over him, and he will be gone, and his place will no longer recognize him. 17 And the mercy of the Lord is from age to age to those who fear Him, 18 And His righteousness is upon the sons of sons, who keep His covenant and remember His commandments to do them. 19 The Lord has set his throne in heaven, and his kingdom has all things. 20 Bless the Lord, [all] his angels, mighty in strength, doing his word, obeying the voice of his word; 21 bless the Lord, all his hosts, his servants, who do his will; 22 bless the Lord, all his works, in all the places of his dominion. Bless the Lord, my soul!
103 Bless, my soul, the Lord! Oh my God! You are wonderfully great, You are clothed with glory and majesty; 2 You clothe yourself with light like a garment; you spread out the heavens like a tent; 3 Thou buildest Thy chambers above the waters, Thou makest the clouds Thy chariot, Thou dost ride on the wings of the wind. 4 Thou art Thy angels spirits, Thy ministers a blazing fire. 5 You have set the earth on a firm foundation; it will not shake forever and ever. 6 Thou hast covered it with the deep as with a garment; waters stand on the mountains. 7 From your rebuke they flee, from the voice of your thunder they quickly leave; 8 They go up the mountains, they go down into the valleys, to the place that You appointed for them. 9 You have set a limit that they will not cross, nor will they return to cover the earth. 10 You have sent springs into the valleys: they flow between the mountains, 11 they water all the animals of the field; wild donkeys quench their thirst. 12 The birds of the air dwell among them, from among the branches they utter a voice. 13 You water the mountains from Your heights; the earth is satisfied with the fruit of Your works. 14 You bring forth grass for the livestock, and grass for the benefit of man, to make food from the ground, 15 and wine that makes the heart of man glad, and oil that makes his face shine, and bread that strengthens the heart of man. 16 The trees of the Lord are satisfied, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted; 17 Birds nest on them: firs are the dwelling of the stork, 18 high mountains are the chamois; stone cliffs - a refuge for hares. 19 He made the moon to [indicate] the times, the sun knows its west. 20 You spread darkness, and there is night: during it all the animals of the forest roam; 21 The lions roar for prey and ask God for their food. 22 The sun rises, [and] they gather and lie down in their lairs; 23 A man goes out to his work and to his work until evening. 24 How many are thy works, O Lord! You have done everything in wisdom; the earth is full of your works. 25 It is a great and spacious sea; 26 There are ships sailing there, there is this leviathan that you created to play in it. 27 They all expect you to give them their food in due time. 28 You give them, they receive; you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things; 29 If you hide your face, they are troubled; if you take away their breath, they die and return to their dust. 30 You send forth Your spirit, they are created, and You renew the face of the earth. 31 Glory be to the Lord forever; May the Lord rejoice in His works! 32 Looks at the earth, and it shakes; touches the mountains, and smoke. 33 I will sing to the Lord all my life; I will sing to my God as long as I am. 34 May my song be acceptable to him; I will rejoice in the Lord. 35 Let sinners perish from the earth, and the lawless no more. Bless the Lord, my soul! Alleluia!
104 Praise the Lord; call upon his name; proclaim his works among the nations; 2 sing to him and sing to him; tell of all His wonders. 3 Boast in His holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice. 4 Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. 5 Remember his wonders which he did, his signs and the judgments of his mouth, 6 you seed of Abraham, his servants, sons of Jacob, his chosen ones. 7 He is the Lord our God: His judgments are in all the earth. 8 He remembers his covenant forever, the word [which] he commanded to a thousand generations, 9 which he bequeathed to Abraham, and his oath to Isaac, 10 and made it to Jacob for a law, and to Israel for an everlasting covenant, 11 saying, “I will give you the land of Canaan for an inheritance your his". 12 When they were still few in number, very few, and they were strangers in it 13 and passed from people to people, from kingdom to another tribe, 14 did not allow anyone to offend them and rebuked the kings about them: 15 "Do not touch my anointed and do no harm to my prophets." 16 And called famine upon the land; cut off every stalk of bread. 17 He sent a man before them: Joseph was sold as a slave. 18 They bound his feet with fetters; his soul entered into iron, 19 until his word was fulfilled: the word of the Lord tested him. 20 The king sent, and the ruler of the nations loosed him and set him free; 21 He made him lord over his house and ruler over all his possessions, 22 so that he would instruct his nobles according to his soul and teach his elders wisdom. 23 Then Israel came into Egypt, and Jacob settled into the land of Ham. 24 And [God] multiplied his people greatly and made them stronger than their enemies. 25 He aroused in their hearts hatred against his people and deceit against his servants. 26 He sent Moses his servant, Aaron, whom he had chosen. 27 They showed among them the words of his signs and his wonders in the land of Ham. 28 He sent darkness and made darkness, and they did not resist his word. 29 He turned their water into blood, and killed their fish. 30 Their land brought forth many frogs [even] in the bedroom of their kings. 31 He said, and various insects came, snares all over them. 32 Instead of rain, he sent hail against them, burning fire on their land 33 And he crushed their vines and their fig trees, and crushed the trees within them. 34 He said, and locusts and caterpillars came without number; 35 And they ate all the grass in their land, and ate the fruit of their fields. 36 And he struck down every firstborn in their land, the firstfruits of all their strength. 37 And he brought out [the Israelites] with silver and gold, and there was not a sick person in their tribes. 38 Egypt rejoiced at their departure; for fear from them came upon him. 39 He stretched out a cloud to cover [them] and a fire to shine [them] at night. 40 They asked, and He sent quails, and fed them with heavenly bread. 41 He opened the stone, and the waters flowed, flowed like a river through dry places, 42 for He remembered His holy word to Abraham, His servant, 43 and brought out His people in joy, His chosen ones in joy, 44 and gave them the lands of the nations, and they inherited the labor of foreigners, 45 to keep his statutes and keep his laws. Alleluia! Alleluia.
- Well, you are a dreamer, Anyuta, as you were, you remain so. When was it, uh, your crush on me? Has it been almost fifty years? Yes, somewhere like that, fifty years, - and he laughed. Well, what does this have to do with real life?
Anna Bronislavovna looked at him for a long time, sighed, and said softly:
“Yes, you are right, Levushka. What does this have to do with real life?
He flew away ten days later - early, at six in the morning, it was still quite dark outside the window. We ordered a taxi. Anna Bronislavovna, of course, volunteered to see him off. The sleepy Milochka perplexedly kissed him on the cheek. The taxi ride was silent. Then Levushka said:
- You have a wonderful darling, Anya. Wonderful girl. Calm and warm. Well you brought her up, Anyuta. Native person. I have not received so much warmth and attention from children in my whole life as from your girl in ten days.
Anna Bronislavovna was silent, turning to the window. Outside the window, gray, gloomy Moscow was sluggishly waking up.
"Tell him. Now tell him. The whole truth. The whole thing. About my life. About Lara. About Milochka. Finally, tell him everything," she thought. There is her. There is he. There is Darling. There is still life ahead. Who knows how much they have been given? She is lonely. All her life. He is alone. Nobody needs him. A lonely, unhappy old man with the prospect of a nursing home. A beautiful, well-fed American - but nursing home. You can still change if you tell the truth. Because the truth is always good. That's how her mother taught her. That's how she taught her students and her daughter. And this truth can change her life. His life. Their life. If only enough strength for this very truth. If you have enough strength. "
The taxi slowed to a halt in front of the airport building. Levushka got nervous and fussed. Began to look for the right rack. He endlessly took out a ticket and passport, checked the clasp of the suitcase. I was in a hurry. Anna Bronislavovna saw that he was no longer here at all. He kissed her on the cheek and began hastily saying goodbye and thanking her.
- Levushka! Anna Bronislavovna said.
He stopped, froze, and looked at her.
- Levushka! she repeated.
He raised his eyebrows.
- Stay! she whispered with unruly lips. - Stay! What do you want there?
He took off his glasses, wiped them in confusion with a napkin, shook his head and said quietly:
Anna Bronislavovna waved her hand. Now I had to say one sentence. One and only: "Darling is your daughter." And say a few more words. And everything would fall into place. Lara would probably laugh at both of them now.
He waved his hand in farewell and moved forward, leading a heavy suitcase on wheels, which contained gifts for his grandchildren.
Anna Bronislavovna looked after Levushka for a long time until he disappeared from her field of vision. Went outside. She buttoned up her coat, put on a scarf and, looking at the sky, opened her umbrella. The March snow fell in wet, sharp crumbs. She raised her hand and stopped the car. In the car, she closed her eyes and felt extremely tired. Vacation is over and tomorrow will be a normal working day. And everything will go into its own rut - notebooks, lessons, parent meetings, teachers' councils. Usual life. In which hardly anything can be changed. And is it necessary? Life is already over. Everyone has their own. Who chose what. Voluntarily, by the way. And why complain? Why bother? You won't fix anything. “In general, we live on,” Anna Bronislavovna sighed. She looked at the clock - nine in the morning. This means that the shops have already opened and we need to buy chicken or fish and more vegetables for dinner.
She stopped the car at the store, paid the driver and went outside. The sky suddenly cleared up, and a dim, cool sun came out.
"After all, I have his phone number and address," thought Anna Bronislavovna.
She smiled and walked towards the house. Lunch is canceled for today. Let's eat what we have. I'll just lie on the couch and read a book. She realized that during these days she was very, very tired. Still, age, nothing can be done.
Yes exactly. Lie down and read a book. And wait for Levushka's call. He will definitely call to tell how he flew. And she will definitely tell him the truth. Necessarily. He will gather his courage and say. If you have enough strength. Let him, Levushka, be weak. But she's strong. And one of the two must be stronger. The one who takes over. She knew this for sure.
Ps. 87 This psalm is perhaps the most tragic of all the laments in the Psalter. However, it is devoid of a sense of pessimism and doom, since it begins with the words: "God of my salvation!" (Art. 2).
87:2 God of my salvation! Even in the deepest despair, the psalmist does not cease to realize that God is his hope and salvation.
day and night. In other words, constantly.
88:4 My life has drawn near to hell. In this case, it is not clear what kind of disasters pursue the psalmist. However, it is obvious that these words would be most appropriate in the mouth of a person facing imminent death.
87:6 thrown among the dead. The psalmist is in a state of extreme loneliness, perhaps caused by a sense of being abandoned by God.
which are cut off from your hand. Those. abandoned by God. It should be remembered that initially the Lord did not reveal to people the fullness of the truth, especially with regard to the fate of man after death. Whereas in some psalms the hope for eternal life, the creators of others, including Ps. 87 are clearly devoid of this understanding.
87:8 Your wrath. The psalmist is sure that his condition is a consequence of God's wrath, which he brought upon himself, and he is primarily concerned with the causes of God's disgrace.
87:9 made me disgusting. The suffering of the psalmist is similar to the trials that befell Job.
87:10 stretched out my hands to you. Hands outstretched to the sky - a prayer pose common for Old Testament times.
87:11 Will you work miracles on the dead? See com. to Ps. 29.10.
87:15 you cut off my soul. Those. "take away your soul"
87:18 like water. See com. to Ps. 17.5; 68.2.
87:19 You removed from me a friend and a sincere one. The psalmist's closest friends left him, as if following God Himself (v. 9). This psalm, one of the few, ends on a mournful note (see Introduction: Characteristics and topics).
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