Psalm 43
43
XLIII Psalm.
1Déan cóṁṫrom riom a’s tagár féin,
No ċuis on ccineaḋ olc;
On éaccóraċ ’só ḟear na ceilg,
Ḋé saor me ó na loċt.
2Cread as fá’r ṫeilg tu mise uait,
’S gur tu mo Ḋia ’s mo ṫreóir;
Creud as tre fóirneirt m’eascárdeaḋ.
Far ṡiuḃlas féin faoi ḃrón?
3Ḋia, ṫ’fírinn a’s do ṡolus glan,
Léig ċugam iad amaċ;
Dom ṫreóruġaḋ ċum do ṫuluiġ naoṁ;
’S mo ṫaḃairt ċum do ṫeaċ.
4Ann sin raċad ċum altóir Dé,
An Dia sin m’aoiḃneas mór;
Air Ċláirsiġ binn molfadsa ṫu,
O Ḋé ’s tu Dia na glóir.
5Ó m’anam creud fa’r leagaḋ ṫu,
Le dioġḃáil meisniġ sios;
A’s creud fa ḃfuil tu ttaoḃ ’stiġ diom,
Fuiḋ aiṫṁéal a’s fuiḋ sgiṫ.
Cuir dóċas daingion ann do Ḋia,
Oir molfad e do ġnáṫ;
O se is sláinte do mo ġnúis,
’Sgur e mo Ḋia go bráṫ.
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A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836.
