Psalm 1
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An ċeud Tsailm.
1’S beannuiḋe an fear, naċ siuḃluiġionn fós
A ccóṁárle na ndáoi,
A sliġe ḟiar na bpeacaċ mbáoiṫ,
’Na ṡeasaṁ fós naċ mbí;
A ccaṫáoir na ndáoineaḋ ttarcuisneaċ
Ni mian leis suiḋe go bráṫ:
2Ta ’ḋúil a ndliġṫiḃ náoṁṫa Dé,
’Sda ccuiṁneaḋ oiḋċe a’s la.
3Mar ġlas‐ċrann aluinn biaiḋ se
Ċois aiṁne fás ata,
Ḃeir se ann aimsir toraḋ trom,
’Sni ċrionfuiḋ fós a ḃlaṫ.
Ṫig biseaċ air gaċ niḋ da ndéan:
4Ní é sin do ḋáoiniḃ ḋáoi;
Is cosmuil iad le lóċán mion
Da ḟuadaċ leis a ngáoiṫ.
5Air an aḋḃar soin, ni ṡeasfuid suas
Na haingiḋe annsa mbreiṫ,
Na peacuiḋe ann a ccoiṁtionol,
Na fíréunuiḃ fa leiṫ.
6Oir, is fios do Ḋia sliġe ro ġlan
Na ḃfíréunaċ air fad;
Aċt sliġe na bpeacaċ ḟiar‐ċam ċláon,
Sior‐miltear iad go grad.
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A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836.