Psalm 67
67
LXVII Psalm.
1Dean trócáre oruinn a Ḋia go bráṫ,
A’s beannuiġ sin maraon;
’S tóg oruinn go grásaṁuil reiḋ,
Dealraḋ d’aġuiḋ go cáoin.
2Ċum fios do ṡliġe ḃeiṫ go fíor,
’S gaċ uile ṫír ár biṫ;
As iomráḋ ár do ṡlainte ċaoiṁ,
’Measg ċinneaċa fa leiṫ.
3Molaḋ gaċ pobal ṫusa a Ḋé,
Molaḋ gaċ pobal ṫu;
4Bioḋ gairdeaċus ár ċineaċuiḃ,
Go ceólṁar binn léd’ ċlúḋ.
Oir ceart‐ḃreiṫ ḃeir tu ár an tsluaġ,
Treoroċuiḋ tusa iad;
5Molaḋ gaċ pobal ṫusa a Ḋé,
Molaidis ṫu gan stad.
6’N sin ḃeir gaċ talaṁ a’s gaċ fonn,
Deaġ‐ṫoraḋ trom go páilt;
A’s cuirfiḋ Dia ar tTiġéarna oruinn,
A ḃeannaċt an ’sgaċ áit.
7Ġniḋ Dia ar mbeannuġaḋ go mór,
’S biḋ eaglasan go fior;
Ar gaċ uile neaċ a ċóṁnuiḋeas,
A tteóranuiḃ na ttíor.
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A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836.
