Sailm 11
11
1Mo dhóchas chuir me ann an Dia:
crèud é fa nabradh ſibh
Re manam, chum mo chur ar gheilt,
teich as mar èun g'ar ſliabh?
2Féuch chuir na haingidh bogh' ar ladh',
an ſaighd ar ſreing do ghlèus:
Theilgin ſan dorch' an tí ta ceart
na chroidh' agus na bhèus.
3Ma théid na bunaite ar dhi,
crèud ní an duine còir?
4Ta Dia na theampul naomhth', ar neamh
ta chathair làn do ghlòir,
Is lêir da ſhùilaibhſan gach dùil,
ſan domhan mhór atá:
Le a roſcaibh clann na ndaoin' arfad
rannſighidh ſè do ghnà.
5Rannſighidh Dia na fireunigh:
acht lùchd na haingidhachd,
Is fuath le anam, is gach neach
thug ſpéis do ragaireachd.
6Ar daoinibh drochmhuint' dòrtidh Dia
nuas painntearan gan di:
Teine, pronnaſc, is doinionn garbh,
cuibhrionn cup' dhoibh do nî.
7Oir Dia ta comhthromach is ceart,
is ionmhuin leis an chóir:
Ag amharc ar na fireuntaibh
le deadh-ghnùis, lán do ghlóir.
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Scots Gaelic Synod of Argyle Metrical Psalms 1694 © Comann Bhìoball na h-Alba (Scottish Bible Society), 2018.
