The Bible

1

Hood's nee'm geamagh, O Hiarn my niart: ny jean beg y hoiaghey jee'm, er aggle mannagh jean oo m'y chlashtyn, dy bee'm casley roosyn ta goll sheese gys yn oaie.

Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my strength: think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit.

2

Eaisht rish coraa my aghinyn imlee, tra ta mee geamagh ort: tra ta mee troggal seose my laueyn gys stoyl-y-vyghin dty hiamble casherick.

Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee: when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple.

3

O ny tayrn mee ersooyl, chamoo jean m'y stroie marish ny mee-chrauee as drogh-yantee: ta loayrt dy dooie rish nyn naboo, agh t'ad smooinaghtyn er olkys ayns nyn gree.

O pluck me not away, neither destroy me, with the ungodly and wicked doers: which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.

4

Cur daue nyn leagh cordail rish nyn yannoo: as cordail rish olkys ny croutyn oc hene.

Reward them according to their deeds: and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.

5

Cooilleen ad cordail rish obbyr nyn laueyn: eeck daue shen ny t'ad er hoilchin.

Recompense them after the work of their hands: pay them that they have deserved.

6

Son cha vel ad ayns nyn aigney cur geill da obbraghyn y Chiarn, chamoo da jannoo e laueyn: shen-y-fa nee eh ad y lhieggal sheese, as cha jean eh ad y hroggal.

For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands: therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.

7

Moylley dy row da'n Chiarn: son t'eh er chlashtyn coraa my aghin imlee.

Praised be the Lord: for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions.

8

Yn Chiarn my niart as my eïlley-caggee; ta my chree er dreishteil aynsyn, as ta mee er gheddyn cooney: shen-y-fa ta my chree lheïm dyn voggey, as ayns my arrane neem eshyn y voylley.

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.

9

Yn Chiarn my niart: as eshyn fendeilys slayntoil e er-ooilit.

The Lord is my strength: and he is the wholesome defence of his anointed.

10

O saue dty phobble, as cur dty vannaght da dty eiraght: cur beaghey daue, as soie ad seose er son dy bragh.

O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance: feed them, and set them up for ever.