Psalm III
Have mercy on Me, God, have mercy on Me - since in Thee does My soul trust.
And in the shadow of Thy wings shall I hope - until iniquity passes over.
I shall shout to My Most Holy Father the Most High - Lord, who does good to Me
He sent from Heaven and He freed Me - and He gave up to opprobrium those trampling upon Me.
God sent His mercy and His truth - He rescued My soul from My strongest enemies and from those, who hate Me, who had been comforted on My account.
A snare they have prepared for My feet - and they have bent My soul over.
They dug before My face a ditch - and they fell into it.
My heart has been prepared, God, My heart has been prepared - I will sing and speak a psalm.
Rise up, My Glory, rise up psaltery and kitara - I will rise up at the dawn.
I will confess Thee among the peoples, Lord - and I will speak a psalm to Thee among the nations.
Since magnified unto the heavens is Thy mercy - and unto the clouds Thy truth.
Be exalted above the heavens, God - and above every land Thy glory.
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