The Bible

Dy beagh oo myr my vraar, ren jiole keeaghyn my voir; tra yoin oo mooie, yinnin oo y phaagey, as cha beagh foill dy gheddyn dou.

O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

Jeeaghin dhyt y raad, yinnin lhiam oo gys thie my vayrey yinnagh mish y ynsaghey: yinnin's dhyt jough feeyney spiceit lesh soo my phomegranate.

I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

Veagh e laue chiare fo my chione, as veagh e laue yesh mygeayrt-y-moom.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

Ta mee cur currym erriu, O inneenyn Yerusalem, nagh brish shiu cadley my ghraih, ny doostey eh derrey saillish hene.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

Quoi ee shoh ta cheet seose veih'n aasagh, croymmey er e graih? fo'n billey-ooyl ren mee sooree ort, shen y raad v'ou giallit dou liorish dty voir, ayns shen v'ou nasht rhym lioreeish hug son y theihll oo.

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

Soie mish myr seal er dty chree, myr cowrey er dty roih: son ta graih lajer myr yn baase, ta eadaghey dewil myr yn oaie: ta'n ghuin echey myr smarageyn aile ta ceau chiass loshtee.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

Cha jean thooillaghyn ushtey graih y vooghey, chamoo oddys ny tonnyn y vaih ee, my yinnagh dooinney ooilley e chooid seihlt son graih, cha beagh yn soiagh sloo jeant jeh.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

Ta shuyr veg ain, as cha vel keeaghyn urree, cre nee mayd son nyn shuyr, er y laa vees ee er ny hirrey ayns poosey?

We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

My she voalley ee, trog mayd urree plaase dy argid: as my she dorrys ee, nee mayd ee y choodagh lesh buird cedar.

If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

She voalley mee, as ta my cheeaghyn myr tooryn: eisht va mee ayns ny sooillyn echey, myr e charrey smoo ennoil.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

Va garey-feeyney ec Solomon ayns Baal-hamon, hoie eh yn garey-feeyney rish jiuleanyn; va dagh fer jeu son mayl y troar dy eeck thousane peesh dy argid.

Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

Ta'n garey-feeyney va lhiam's kiongoyrt rhym: shegin da thousane ve ayd's, O Solomon, as daa cheead ocsyn ta goaill kiarail jeh'n mess echey.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

Uss ta cummal ayns ny garaghyn, ta dty heshaghyn geaishtagh rish dty choraa lhig dooys myrgeddin clashtyn eh.

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

Jean siyr, my ghraih, as bee myr y vinjeig feïe, ny myr yn feeaïh aeg er sleityn ny spiceyn.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.