Adnodau Beiblaidd Poblogaidd o Psalms 19

Rhanna

Words o’ my moo’, and hert‐thochts too, Lat them aye pleeshure Thee, O Lord, my strength, that at lang length My bringer‐hame sal be.

God’s law’s thro’gaen, awaukenin’ The saul mislear’d wi’ vice; His tryst o’ truth is aye richt sooth, The bairnlike makkin’ wyss.

God’s gudeliheid the hevins rede, The lift His wark furthschaws

His lear’s a licht, that airts us richt, And mak’s the hert fu’ fain; His biddin’s clean, and to the e’en Gies gude enlichtenin’.

His halesome dreid gars folk tak’ heed, Abidin’ ever mair; His jidgments e’en in truth are gi’en, And a’thegither fair.