The Bible

Ver-yms booise dhyts, O Hiarn, lesh ooilley my chree: loayr-ym jeh ooilley dty obbraghyn mirrilagh.

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will speak of all thy marvellous works.

Beem's gennal as goym boggey ayn-yds: dy jarroo, my arraneyn nee'm y yannoo jeh dty Ennym, O Uss smoo Ard.

I will be glad and rejoice in thee: yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.

Choud as ta my noidyn er nyn imman ersooyl: nee ad tuittym as cherraghtyn ec dt' enish.

While mine enemies are driven back: they shall fall and perish at thy presence.

Son t'ou er vendeil my chairys as my chooish: t'ou dty hoie er stoyl-reeoil dy vriwnys cairagh.

For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne that judgest right.

T'ou er choyrt oghsan da ny ashoonyn, as er stroie ny mee-chrauee: t'ou er choyrt ass yn ennym oc son dy bragh as dy bragh.

Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly: thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

O uss noid, ta traartyssyn er jeet gys slane jerrey: eer myr ny ard-valjyn t'ou er stroie; ta'n imraa oc er gholl naardey maroo.

The enemy are come to an end; they are desolate for ever: as for the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.

Agh ta'n Chiarn farraghtyn son dy bragh: t'eh myrgeddin er chiarail e stoyl reeoil son briwnys.

But the Lord shall endure for ever: he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.

Son nee eh yn seihll y vriwnys ayns cairys: as shirveish briwnys firrinagh er y pobble.

For he shall judge the world in righteousness: and minister true judgement unto the people.

Bee yn Chiarn neesht fendeilys dauesyn ta tranlaasit: dy jarroo kemmyrk ayns y traa cooie dy heaghyn.

The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed: even a refuge in due time of trouble

As adsyn shione daue dty Ennym, ver nyn dreishteil aynyds: son cha vel uss, Hiarn, rieau er hreigeil adsyn ta dy dty hirrey.

And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.

O moylley-jee yn Chiarn ta baghey ayns Sion: soilshee-jee da'n pobble cre t'eh er n'yannoo.

O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion: shew the people of his doings.

Son tra t'eh jannoo briaght son deayrtey fuill dyn loght, t'eh cooinaghtyn orroo; as cha vel eh jarrood accan ny ymmyrchee;

For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.

Jean myghin orrym, O Hiarn; smooinee er y seaghyn ta mee er hurranse lioroosyn ta dwoaie oc orrym: uss ta dy my hroggal seose veih giattyn y vaaish;

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me: thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.

Dy voddym soilshaghey ooilley dty voylley cheu-sthie jeh giattyn inneen Sion: neem's boggey 'ghoaill ayns dty haualtys.

That I may shew all thy praises within the gates of the daughter of Sion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.

Ta ny ashoonyn er duittym sheese ayns yn ooig t'ad hene er n'yannoo; ayns y ribbey cheddin dollee ad dy follit, ta'n chass oc hene er ny ghoaill.

The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.

Ta fys ain dy vel y Chiarn cooilleeney briwnys: ta'n mee-chrauee ny chassey ayns obbyr e laueyn hene.

The Lord is known to execute judgement: the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.

Bee ny drogh-yantee er nyn jyndaa gys niurin: as ooilley yn sleih ta jarrood Jee.

The wicked shall be given over to death: and all the people that forget God.

Son cha bee'n boght dy kinjagh er ny yarrood: cha jean farkiaght surransagh ny imlee cherraghtyn son dy-bragh.

For the poor shall not alway be forgotten: the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.

Trog ort, Hiarn, as ny lhig da dooinney laue yn eaghtyr y gheddyn: lhig da ny ashoonyn v'er nyn mriwnys ayns dty hilley.

Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand: let the heathen be judged in thy sight.

Cur ad ayns aggle, O Hiarn: dy vod fys 've ec ny ashoonyn nagh vel ad hene agh deiney.

Put them in fear, O Lord: that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.