The Bible

Ta my ennal failleil, ta my laghyn baarit, ta ny oaiaghyn aarloo er my hon.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

Nagh vel deiney streeuagh orrym? as nagh vel my hooill cur-my-ner yn brasnagh oc?

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

Cur dou gioal nish, cur raane dou, quoi ghoys my laue 'sy chooish?

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

Son t'ou er vreayll tushtey veih nyn gree: shen-y-fa cha jean uss ad y hoiaghey seose.

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

Eshyn ta brynneraght rish e charrey, nee eer soilshey e chloan failleil

He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

T'eh er my yannoo myrgeddin an-ghoo mastey'n pobble; as t'ad cloie orrym myr tabret.

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

Ta my hooill myrgeddin moal lesh trimshey, as ta ooilley my oltyn myr scadoo.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

Gowee deiney cairal yindys jeh shoh, as ver yn dooinney ynrick eddin da'n molteyr.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

Nee yn er-crauee myrgeddin cummal gys e raad, as aasee ny laueyn glen ny stroshey as ny stroshey.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

Agh er nyn son euish ooilley, chyndaa-jee nish, as tar-jee: son cha voddym un dooinney creeney y gheddyn ny mast' eu.

But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

Ta my laghyn er n'immeeaght, ta my yerkallyn er ny vrishey, eer smooinaghtyn my chree.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

T'ad jannoo yn oie as y laa co-laik: ta'n soilshey giare kyndagh rish dorraghys.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

My ta mee farkiaght son yn oaie, shen my hie: ta mee jannoo my lhiabbee 'sy dorraghys.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

Ta mee er ghra rish loauid, Uss my ayr: rish y veishteig, Uss my voir as my huyr.

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

As cre vel nish my hreishteil? as er son my hreishteil, quoi ver my-ner eh?

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Hed shen sheese mârym gys diunid yn oaie, raad yiow mayd fee cooidjagh 'sy joan.

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.