Psalm 14
14
XIV Psalm.
1Ann a ċroiḋe’ deir an tamadán,
Ni ḃfuil ann Dia air biṫ:
Taid truailliġṫe salaċ ’na ngioṁ:
Ní ’l aóinneaċ a ġniḋ maiṫ.
2D’aṁairc an Tiġearn’ nuas o neaṁ,
Air ċlann na ndaoine tráṫ;
D’féuċuin a raiḃ tuicse ag neaċ,
No d’iarrfaḋ Dia a ngáḋ.
3Ċlaonadar uile ’ttaoiḃ air fad,
Ro ṫruailliġ iad go léir;
Ni ḃfuil aonneaċ ag deanaṁ maiṫ,
Fiu neaċ da ḃḟuil fo’n spérr.
4Ḃfuil ag droċ‐ḋáoin’ tuicse air biṫ.
Ta’g iṫeaḋ suas go dian
Mo ṗobalsa mar arán ḃlasd’,
’Snaċ ail leo gairm air Ḋia.
5An sin do ġaḃ’dar eagla ṁór,
Air son go ḃfuil go fíor:
Dia a nginealaċ a’s ag tréoir,
Na ḃfíréanaċ do ṡíor.
6Cóṁairle an ḃoiċd do náiriġ siḃ,
Ċionn Dia na ṫearmann dó:
7As Ṡion o, go ttigeaḋ a maċ
Slaint’ Israel gaċ ló!
Anuair ḃeir Dia air ais o ḃruid,
A ṗobal féin le ċéil;
Air Iacob biaiḋ gairdeaċus mór,
A’s aiteas air Israel.
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A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836.
