The Bible

1

My Yee, my Yee, jeeagh orrym; cre'n-fa t'ou er my hreigeil: as t'ou choud veih my lhaynt, as veih goan my accan?

My God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me: and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?

2

O my Yee, ta mee geam fey-ny-laa, agh cha vel oo cur clashtyn: as ayns imbagh ny hoie myrgeddin cha vel mee geddyn veg y fea.

O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not: and in the night-season also I take no rest.

3

As t'ou uss tannaghtyn casherick: O uss ooashley Israel.

And thou continuest holy: O thou worship of Israel.

4

Ren ny ayraghyn ain treishteil aynyd's: hug ad nyn marrant ort, as ren oo ad y livrey.

Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.

5

Deïe ad orts, as hooar ad cooney: hug ad nyn marrant ort, as cha row ad er nyn goyrt mow.

They called upon thee, and were holpen: they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.

6

Agh er my hon's, she beishteig mee, as cha nee dooinney: eer craid gheiney, as oltooan y phobble.

But as for me, I am a worm, and no man: a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people.

7

Ta ooilley ny ta dy m'akin, gannidys orrym: t'ad sheeyney magh nyn meillyn, as craa nyn ghing, gra,

All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,

8

Hreisht eh ayns Jee, dy jinnagh eh eshyn y livrey: lhig da eh y livrey, my ta taitnys echey ayn.

He trusted in God, that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, if he will have him.

9

Agh uss eh ren m'y ghoaill ass breïn my vayrey: v'ou my hreishteil tra va mee foast er keeagh my voir.

But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.

10

Ta mee er ve fo dty chiarail er dyn traa ruggyr mee: uss my Yee eer veih bre?n my vayrey.

I have been left unto thee ever since I was born: thou art my God, even from my mother's womb.

11

O ny treig mee, son ta seaghyn er-gerrey: as cha vel unnane dy chooney lhiam.

O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand: and there is none to help me.

12

Ta ymmodee dew er jeet mygeayrt-y-moom: ta terriu lajer Vasan er hoiaghey orrym er dagh cheu.

Many oxen are come about me: fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.

13

T'ad fosley nyn meeal orrym: myr lion jollyssagh buirroogh son spooilley.

They gape upon me with their mouths: as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.

14

Ta mee deayrtit magh myr ushtey, as ta ooilley my chraueyn ass ynnyd: ta my chree neesht ayns mean my chorp eer myr kere ta lheïe.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.

15

Ta my niart chyrmit seose myr peesh dy haagh-craie, as ta my hengey lhiantyn gys my ghruntyn: as ver uss lhiat mee gys joan y vaaish.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums: and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.

16

Son ta ymmodee moddee er jeet mygeayrt-y-moom: as ta coonceil ny olkyssee cur nyn goyrle dy cheilley m'oï.

For many dogs are come about me: and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.

17

Hoyll ad my laueyn as my chassyn: foddym ooilley my chraueyn y choontey: t'ad shassoo gindys as jeeaghyn orrym.

They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones: they stand staring and looking upon me.

18

Rheynn ad my gharmadyn ny mast'oc: as er my chooat hilg ad lottyn.

They part my garments among them: and cast lots upon my vesture.

19

Agh ny bee uss foddey voym, O Hiarn: she uss my chemmyrk; jean siyr dy chooney lhiam.

But be not thou far from me, O Lord: thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.

20

Livrey m'annym veih'n chliwe: as my vioys deyr veih pooar y voddey.

Deliver my soul from the sword: my darling from the power of the dog.

21

Saue mee veih beeal y lion: t'ou er my chlashtyn myrgeddin veih mastey eairkyn ny unicornyn.

Save me from the lion's mouth: thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.

22

Neem's dt'ennym y hoilshaghey da my vraaraghyn: ayns mean ny hagglish nee'm uss y voylley.

I will declare thy Name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

23

O moylley-jee yn Chiarn, shiuish ta goaill aggle roish: cur-jee ard-voylley da, ooilley shiuish jeh sluight Yacob as gow-jee aggle roish, ooilley shiuish sluight Israel.

O praise the Lord, ye that fear him: magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel;

24

Son cha vel eh er hoiaghey beg jeh, ny er hreigeil stayd injil y voght: cha vel eh er ollaghey e eddin veih, agh tra deïe eh er, hug eh clashtyn da.

For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the poor: he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him he heard him.

25

Hood's nee'm chebbal my voylley ayns sheshaght vooar ny nooghyn: my vreearraghyn neem's y chooilleeney ayns yn enish ocsyn ta goaill aggle roishyn.

My praise is of thee in the great congregation: my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.

26

Nee ny boghtyn gee, as bee ad er nyn yannoo magh: adsyn ta shirrey lurg y Chiarn, moyllee ad eh; bee'n cree eu bio son dy bragh.

The poor shall eat and be satisfied: they that seek after the Lord shall praise him: your heart shall live for ever.

27

Nee ooilley ardjyn y thallooin cooinaghtyn orroo hene, as bee ad er nyn jyndaa gys y Chiarn: as ver ooilley kynneeyn ny ashoonyn ooashley kiongoyrt rish.

All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the Lord: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before him.

28

Son lesh y Chiarn yn reeriaght: as she eshyn yn Kiannoort mastey yn pobble.

For the kingdom is the Lord's: and he is the Governor among the nations.

29

Nee nyn lheid ocsyn ooilley ta berchagh er y thalloo: gee as ooashley 'choyrt.

All such as be fat upon earth: have eaten and worshipped.

30

Nee adsyn ooilley ta er nyn injillaghey gys y joan gliooney kiongoyrt rish: as cha vel dooinney erbee er vioghey e annym hene.

All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him: and no man hath quickened his own soul.

31

Nee my luight's eshyn y hirveish: bee ad goit stiagh son sheeloghe da'n Chiarn.

My seed shall serve him: they shall be counted unto the Lord for a generation.

32

Hig adsyn, as nee ny niaughyn soilshaghey magh e chairys: da pobble hig er y theihll, adsyn ta'n Chiarn er chroo.

They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness: unto a people that shall be born, for the Lord hath done it.