The Bible


Ayns y Chiarn ta mish cur my hreishteil, kys dy vel shiu gra eisht rish m'annym, ee dy chosney ersooyl myr eean gys y chronk?

In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?


Son cur-my-ner, ta ny mee-chrauee lhoobey nyn mhow, as jannoo aarloo nyn sideyn ayns y whiver: dy vod ad lhiggey gyn-yss orroosyn ta ynrick ayns cree.

For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver: that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.


Son bee ny undinyn er nyn dilgey sheese: as cre oddys y vooinjer chairagh y yannoo?

For the foundations will be cast down: and what can the righteous do?


Ta'n Chiarn ayns e hiamble casherick: ta stoyl-reeoil y Chiarn ayns niau.

The Lord is in his holy temple: the Lord's seat is in heaven.


Ta ny sooillyn echey goaill tastey jeh'n voght: as ferroogh e hooillyn prowal cloan gheiney.

His eyes consider the poor: and his eyelids try the children of men.


Ta'n Chiarn lowal jeh'n sleih cairagh: agh ta dwoaie ec e annym er y vee-chrauee, as ersyn ta sleeuit er olkys.

The Lord trieth the righteous: but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.


Er ny mee-chrauee deayrtee eh ribbaghyn, aile as brimstone, sterrym as dorrin: shoh vees y cronney ocsyn dy iu.

Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest: this shall be their portion to drink.


Son ta'n Chiarn cairal graihagh er cairys: as ver e eddin my-ner shen ny ta kiart.

For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness: his countenance will behold the thing that is just.