Bright Saturday Hymns
"Awake! Why do You sleep, O Lord? Arise! Do not cast us off forever.
Why do You hide Your face, And forget our affliction and our oppression?
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; Our body clings to the ground.
Arise for our help, And redeem us for Your mercies' sake." (Ps 44:23-26)

Seasons > Bright Saturday > Praises: Psalm 151

Psalm 151

Glory to You, our God.  Alleluia.  Glory be to our God. Doxa ci `o :eoc `ymwn. =A=l.  Pi`wou va Pennou] pe. I am the youngest among my brothers:  and a youth in the house of my father:  I was a shepherd over the flock of my father: Anok pe pikouji `n`qryi qenna`cnyou@  ouoh `n`alou qen `pyi `nte paiwt@  nai amoni `nni`ecwou `nte paiwt. My hands made an organ:  and my fingers fashioned a psaltery:  Alleluia. Najij au;amio `nouorganon@  ouoh natyb auhwtp `nou'altyrion. =A=l And who will declare it to my Lord:  He is the Lord:  Who hears those who cry to Him. Ouoh nim pe;na`stame Pa=o=c@  `n;of pe P=o=c@  `n;of safcwtem `eouon niben etws `e`hryi oubuf. He is the One Who send His angel and took me from the flock of my father:  and anointed me with the oil of His ointment:  Alleluia. `N;of afouwrp `mpefaggeloc ouoh afolt `ebolqen ni`ecwou `nte paiwt@  ouoh af;ahct qen `vneh `nte pef;whc. =A=l. My brothers are handsome and greater than me and the Lord did not delight in them. Na`cnyou naneu ouoh hannis] ne ouoh `mpef ]ma] `nqytou `nje P=o=c. I went out to meet the Philistine:  He cursed me with his idols. Ai`i `ebol `e`hren niallovuloc@  afcahou`i `eroi qen nef`idwlon. I withdrew his sword that was in his hand and beheaded him and removed the reproach from the children of Israel:  Alleluia. Anok de ai;wkem `ntef cyfi et,i `ntotf ai`wli `ntef`ave.  Ouoh ai`wli nou[isipi `ebolqen nensyri `mPi=c=l.  =A=l.