- 1 Samuel
- 2 Samuel
- 1 Kings
- 2 Kings
- 1 Chronicles
- 2 Chronicles
- Psalm 1
- Song of Solomon
- 1 Corinthians
- 2 Corinthians
- 1 Thessalonians
- 2 Thessalonians
- 1 Timothy
- 2 Timothy
- 1 Peter
- 2 Peter
- 1 John
- 2 John
- 3 John
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?
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.
As t'ou uss tannaghtyn casherick: O uss ooashley Israel.
And thou continuest holy: O thou worship of Israel.
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.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.