Psalm 13
13
XIII Psalm.
1Cia fad’ ḋearmudfar mise leat
A Ḋia an eaḋ go bráṫ?
Cia fada ḟoileóċṫair do ġnuis,
Go coiṁṫeaċ uaim gaċ tráṫ?
2Ca fad ċóṁairliġim a m’an’m féin
Le croiḋe ro ṫrom gaċ lá?
Cia fada ċuirfeaḋ tu ṫarm suas,
An ti ḃi ḋam na ná’id?
3Taḃair fa ndear, a’s freagair me,
A Ṫiġearna mo Ḋia;
Soillsiġ mo ṡuil, ó ċodlaḋ trom
D’eagla codlaḋ an ḃais.
4D’eagla go nabraḋ leam mo náṁ’d,
Do ḃuaiḋ me air anois:
’Sgo ndeanfuiḋ m’easgar gáirdeaċas,
A nuair a ccluaistear mis’.
5Aċt ċuirios fein mo ḋoiġ ad ġrás,
Gáirdeóċuiġ me ad ṡláint’,
6A’s seinnfiġ me go binn do Ḋia,
Oir ta se fial do ġnáṫ.
A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836.