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Εἰς τὸ τέλος· ᾠδὴ ψαλμοῦ ἀναστάσεως.

Ἀλαλάξατε τῷ θεῷ, πᾶσα ἡ γῆ.

ψάλατε δὴ τῷ ὀνόματι αὐτοῦ,

δότε δόξαν αἰνέσει αὐτοῦ·

εἶπατε τῷ θεῷ Ὡς φοβερὰ τὰ ἔργα σου·

ἐν τῷ πλήθει τῆς δυνάμεώς σου ψεύσονταί σε οἱ ἐχθροί

πᾶσα ἡ γῆ προσκυνησάτωσάν σοι καὶ ψαλάτωσάν σοι,

ψαλάτωσαν τῷ ὀνόματί σου. διάφαλμα.

δεῦτε, τέκνα, καὶ ἴδετε τὰ ἔργα τοῦ θεοῦ,

φοβερὸς ἐν βουλαῖς ὑπὲρ τοὺς υἱοὺς τῶν ἀνθρώπων.

ὁ μεταστρέφων τὴν θάλασσαν εἰς ξηράν,

ἐν ποτσμῷ διελεύσονται ποδί

ἐκεῖ εὐφρανθησόμεθα ἐπʼ αὐτῷ,

τῷ δεσπόζοντι ἐν τῇ δυναστίᾳ τοῦ αἰῶνος αὐτοῦ.

οἱ ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ ἐπὶ τὰ ἔθνη ἐπιβλέπουσιν,

οἱ παραπικραίνοντες μὴ ὑψούσθωσαν ἐν ἑαυτοῖς. διάψαλμα.

εὐλογεῖτε, ἔθνη, τὸν θεὸν ἡμῶν,

καὶ ἀκουτίσασθε τὴν φωνὴν τῆς αἰνέσεως αὐτοῦ,

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τοῦ θεμένου τὴν ψυχήν μου εἰς ζωήν,

καὶ μὴ δόντος εἰς σάλον τοὺς πόδας μου.

ὅτι ἐδοκίμασας ἡμᾶς, ὁ θεός, καὶ ἐπύρωσας ἡμᾶς ὡς πυροῦται

τὸ ἀργύριον.

εἰσήγαγες ἡμᾶς εἰς τὴν παγίδα.

ἔθου θλίψεις ἐνώπιον ἡμῶν,

ἐπεβίβασας ἀνθρώπους ἐπὶ τὰς κεφαλὰς ἡμῶν·

διήλθομεν διὰ πυρὸς καὶ ὕδατος,

καὶ ἐξήγαγες ἡμᾶς εἰς ἀναψυχήν

εἰσελεύσμαι εἰς τὸν οἶκόν σου ἐν ὁλοκαθτώμασιν,

ἀποδώσω σοι τὰς εὐχάς μου,

ἃς διέστειλεν τὰ χείλη μου

καὶ ἐλάλησεν τὸ στόμα μου ἐν τῇ θλίψει μου·

ὁλοκαυτώματα μεμυαλωμένα ἀνοίσω σοι μετὰ θυμιάματος καὶ

κριῶν,

ποιήσω σοι βόας μετὰ χιμάρων. διάψαλμα.

δεῦτε ἀκούσατε καὶ διηγήσομαι, πάντες οἱ φοβούμενοι τὸν

κύριον,

ὅσα ἐποίησεν τῇ ψυχῇ μου.

πρὸς αὐτὸν τῷ στόματί μου ἐκέκραξα,

καὶ ὕψωσα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν μου.

ἀδικίαν εἰ ἐθεώρουν ἐν καρδία, μὴ εἰσακουσάτω Κύριος.

διὰ τοῦτο εἰσήκουσέν μου ὁ θεός,

προσέσχεν τῇ φωνῇ τῆς προσευχῆς μου.

εὐλογητὸς ὁ θεὸς ὃς οὐκ ἀπέστησεν τὴν προσευχήν μου καὶ

τὸ ἔλεος αὐτοῦ ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.

Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. To you shall vows be performed.

You who hear prayer, To you all men will come.

Sins overwhelmed me, But you atoned for our transgressions.

Blessed is one whom you choose, and cause to come near, That he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, Your holy temple.

By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, Of those who are far away on the sea;

Who by his power forms the mountains, Having armed yourself with strength;

Who stills the roaring of the seas, The roaring of their waves, And the turmoil of the nations.

They also who dwell in far-away places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

Septuaginta Psalms 65

ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.

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