Interpretations of Psalm 108:
Finally, a psalm to David.
O God, do not keep silent from my praise, for the mouth of the sinner and the weary has opened against me, speaking against me with a flattering tongue, and using hateful words against me, and despising me. me tune. Instead of loving me, I slandered me, but I prayed, and put evil on me for good, and hatred for my love. Place a sinner on him, and let the devil stand at his right hand. Let him always be judged, and let him come out condemned, and let his prayer become sin. Let his days be short, and let his bishopric take over: let his sons be Syrians, and his wife a widow: he that moves, let his sons abide and ask, and let them be cast out from their houses. May the lender seek all that is his, and may the labors of others delight him. Let there be no intercessor for him; let him be merciful to his orphans. Let his children be destroyed; let his name be used up in one generation. Let his father’s iniquity be remembered before the Lord, and let his mother’s sin not be cleansed. Let them be taken before the Lord, and let their memory be consumed from the earth. I don’t even remember to show mercy, and I drive a man into poverty and wretchedness, and I am touched with the heart to kill. And love the oath, and it will come to him, and will not desire the blessing, and will depart from him. And he was clothed with an oath like a robe, and like water was in his womb, and like oil was in his bones. Let him be like a robe, and let him put on a robe, and let him wear it like a belt, with which he girds himself. This is the work of those who lie against me before the Lord and speak evil against my soul. And You, Lord, Lord, do to me in Your name, for Your mercy is good. Deliver me, for I am poor and wretched, and my heart is troubled within me. Like a canopy, when one evades it, one shakes off and shakes like a spring. My knees are weary from fasting, and my flesh has changed for the sake of oil. And I was reproached by them, seeing me, and bowing my heads. Help me, O Lord my God, and save me according to Your mercy, and let them understand that this is Your hand, and You, Lord, created this. They will be cursed, and You will bless them; those who rise up against me will be ashamed, but Your servant will rejoice. Let those who lie about me clothe themselves with shame, and let them clothe themselves like a garment with their own shame. I will confess to the Lord earnestly with my mouth, and in the midst of many I will praise Him, for I will appear at the right hand of the poor, even to save my soul from those who persecute.
In the end, let's say,
Bzhe, my praises will not be silent: ꙗ҆́кѡ ᲂу҆ст̀ знішніка и҆ ҆ ᲂу҆ст how flattery on mѧ̀ iversóshasѧ, verb on mѧ̀ ѧ҆zýkom flattering, and hateful words, you don’t like me, and you don’t talk to me. Together you love me, you love me, and you pray for me: and put good faith on me for the good, and hate for my beloved. Put a sinner on him, and let the devil become the same: always with dítisѧ є҆мꙋ̀, and let him become ѡ҆сꙋ expected, and ҆ prayer may he be in sin. Yes, let the day be small, and let this scopism come to you: let the sons of the siri, and the wife is a widow: she moved and moved her sons and asked for them, and expelled them from their homes. May the lender seek everything, including the debt: and may he delight in his expectations. May there not be a defender, may there not be a generous sirety: may there not be a defender of the child As time goes by, we will need it in the future. Let us remember the lawless sins before us, and the sins of our mother, let us not cleanse ourselves: let us remember our sins before us. where are you from, and let the earth need to remember and: it is impossible to create mercy, and the pursuit of man is poverty and of God, and ᲂu҆mile with heart ᲂu҆mortify. And you love the curse, and you will come to him: and you don’t desire the good, and you don’t want it. And there is water in the room and there is water in the room. є҆лсй въ ѡѡѡти є҆гѡ̀: Yes there will be є҆мꙋ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ riza, in the lower ѡ҆blachítsѧ, and҆ ꙗ҆́кѡ poѧs, and ҆́mzhe it comes out. This is a matter of chattering people and verbs on my day. And you, whereⷭ҇i, whereⷭ҇i, do with me and for the sake of yours, for the sake of yours: for the sake of yours: for the sake of yours, for the sake of poverty And God knows, and my heart moves inside me. It’s true, sometimes we don’t tend to do it, we don’t like it. I am tired of fasting, and my flesh is changed for the sake of. And you would be reviled and you would see me, and you would nod your heads. Help me, where I am mine, and help you, according to your mlⷭ҇ti: and let them understand, for yours, and you, where you are, created it. Cursed are you, and you are blessed: let those who rise up on earth be ashamed, but your servant rejoice. Yes ѡ҆blekꙋ́tsѧ ѡ҆bolgїi mѧ̀ in shame ꙋ̀ and ҆ ѡ҆jdꙋtsѧ ꙗ҆́kѡ ѻ҆dіstіvіdі home. I confess where I am and in the midst of many I praise him: I present myself to you today I mean, I also sleep with those who are chasing my children.