Текст песни Польша, XIX в., на основе Popule meus - Избранный Мой народ

My chosen people!
God is responsible .
Performed or not
I am holy covenant ?
And if I'm not delivered you from captivity ?
And you captivated me, God of the whole universe .

I have told you a royal people,
Just for you I rend the marine waters :
I crowned you wreath of thorns
And flesh of my spear pierced infidels.

Or for the spring in the rock, sweet manna ,
Or the way to the ground, the Promised Me ,
You spit in my face , as if the enemy sworn ,
And to bring to the court of Pontius Pilate .

I have given thee for an inheritance the land Hannaneev ,
As his vineyard , I'll cherish.
You now My flesh wounds littered
And I prepared for death between the two villains.

Oh, how hard you amid the curses of the tornado
Poish Savior vinegar and gall !
He who lifted up your great glory ,
Vznesёn you on the Cross - your Savior and Lord !