Lyrics Григор Нарекаци - Книга скорбных песнопений 12
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Ужели Ты не слышишь, Всеблагой,
Рыданий и мольбы моей усердной?
Ужели Ты не видишь, Милосердный:
Я, пленник зла, стою перед Тобой?
Я жду, в своем погрязшем заблужденьи,
Твое добро на зло мое в ответ.
Я, обреченнный, жду благословенья,
Слепой, я жажду Твой увидеть свет.
Протянется ль Твоя десница, Боже,
Чтоб тонущего грешника спасти?
Когда персты на раны мне возложишь,
Когда с неверного сведешь пути?
Научит ли Твое долготерпенье
Усердью неприлежного меня,
И будет ли Твое благоволенье,
Чтобы очистить грешного меня?
Заблудший раб, найду ли я покой
Под милосердною Твоею дланью?
Чтоб, грешному, спрямить мне путь кривой
Забрезжит ли в дали Твое сиянье?
Я человек, чья совесть нечиста,
И лишь в Тебе надежда очищенья.
Я проклят, и Твоя лишь доброта
В меня вселяет веру во спасенье.
Я ныне приобщаюсь Тайн Святых
И в них ищу, рыдая, утешенье.
Я вижу: в поднятых перстах Твоих
Мне, многогрешному, благословенье,
Лишь Ты один способен даровать
Мне, угнетенному, освобожденье
И молвить слово, чтобы ниспослать
Рабу смятенному успокоенье.
Очещен я Твоею чистотой,
Твой взгляд – моим страданьям облегченье,
И капли крови, пролитой Тобой,
Освобождает душу от мученья.
Без помощи Господней кто я есьмь?
Мне мощь Твоя дарует свет надежды,
Твой мир смятенному мне светоч здесь,
Днесь и покуда не смежу я вежды.
И нет в Тебе и малой доли тьмы,
Как вне Тебя нет ни добра, ни света.
Ты – надо всем, Тебе подвластны мы
Тебе, Господь, да будет слава спета.
Аминь!
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You really don't hear, all -wing
Sobs and prayers of my diligent?
You can’t see, merciful:
I, a prisoner of evil, stand in front of you?
I wait, in my mired misconception,
Your good is my evil in response.
I, doomed, are waiting for blessings,
Blind, I am thirsty to see the light.
Lee your right hand, God, will stretch
To save the sown sinner?
When you will put fingers on the wounds,
When will you reduce the way from the wrong one?
Will your pattern teach
The diligent of indecent to me,
And will your goodwill be
To cleanse me?
A lost slave, will I find peace
Under your merciful hand?
So that, sinful, hide my path of a curve
Does it dawn in Dali your radiance?
I am a person whose conscience is unclean,
And only you have the hope of cleansing.
I am cursed, and yours are only kindness
Vera in salvation inspires me.
I am now joining the secrets of the saints
And I am looking for, sobbing, comfort.
I see: in your raised fingers
Me, a multiple of the grace, blessing,
Only you are able to bestow
To me, oppressed, release
And say a word to send
The slave is confused.
I am cherished by your cleanliness
Your gaze is my suffering, my suffering
And drops of blood spilled by you,
Liberates the soul from torment.
Without the help of the Lord, who am I?
Your power will give me the light of hope,
Your world is confused by me here,
Now and as long as I do not laugh, I have a belief.
And there is no small share of darkness in you,
As outside you there is neither good nor light.
You need to everyone, we are subject to you
You, Lord, may the glory be sung.
Amen!
You really don't hear, all -wing
Sobs and prayers of my diligent?
You can’t see, merciful:
I, a prisoner of evil, stand in front of you?
I wait, in my mired misconception,
Your good is my evil in response.
I, doomed, are waiting for blessings,
Blind, I am thirsty to see the light.
Lee your right hand, God, will stretch
To save the sown sinner?
When you will put fingers on the wounds,
When will you reduce the way from the wrong one?
Will your pattern teach
The diligent of indecent to me,
And will your goodwill be
To cleanse me?
A lost slave, will I find peace
Under your merciful hand?
So that, sinful, hide my path of a curve
Does it dawn in Dali your radiance?
I am a person whose conscience is unclean,
And only you have the hope of cleansing.
I am cursed, and yours are only kindness
Vera in salvation inspires me.
I am now joining the secrets of the saints
And I am looking for, sobbing, comfort.
I see: in your raised fingers
Me, a multiple of the grace, blessing,
Only you are able to bestow
To me, oppressed, release
And say a word to send
The slave is confused.
I am cherished by your cleanliness
Your gaze is my suffering, my suffering
And drops of blood spilled by you,
Liberates the soul from torment.
Without the help of the Lord, who am I?
Your power will give me the light of hope,
Your world is confused by me here,
Now and as long as I do not laugh, I have a belief.
And there is no small share of darkness in you,
As outside you there is neither good nor light.
You need to everyone, we are subject to you
You, Lord, may the glory be sung.
Amen!