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Ny cur oghsan dooys, O Hiarn, ayns dty chorree: chamoo jean m'y smaghtaghey ayns dty yymmoose hrome.

Put me not to rebuke, O Lord, in thine anger: neither chasten me in thy heavy displeasure.


Son ta dty hideyn soit dy shickyr aynym: as ta dty laue lhie orrym dy trome.

For thine arrows stick fast in me: and thy hand presseth me sore.


Cha vel veg y slaynt ayns m'eill kyndagh rish dty yymmoose: chamoo ta fea erbee ayns my chraueyn, kyndagh rish my pheccah.

There is no health in my flesh, because of thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of my sin.


Son ta my pheccaghyn er n'gholl harrish my chione: as t'ad myr errey seaghnagh, ro hrome er my hon dy ymmyrkey.

For my wickednesses are gone over my head: and are like a sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.


Ta soar trome jeh my lhottyn, as t'ad breinn: trooid my ommijys.

My wounds stink, and are corrupt: through my foolishness.


Ta mee er jeet gys lheid y seaghyn mooar as treihys: dy vel mee goll dobberan fey-ny-laa.

I am brought into so great trouble and misery: that I go mourning all the day long.


Son ta my veeaghyn lhieent lesh doghan trome: as cha vel ayrn erbee slane ayns my chorp.

For my loins are filled with a sore disease: and there is no whole part in my body.


Ta mee moal, as guint dy trome: ta mee er yllaghey son eer angaish my chree.

I am feeble, and sore smitten: I have roared for the very disquietness of my heart.


Hiarn, ta fys ayd er ooilley my yeearree: as cha vel my accan keillit voïd's.

Lord, thou knowest all my desire: and my groaning is not hid from thee.


Ta my chree pandoogh, ta my niart er my ailleil: as ta soilshey my hooillyn er gholl voym.

My heart panteth, my strength hath failed me: and the light of mine eyes is gone from me.


Hass my chaarjyn as my naboonyn jeeaghyn er my heaghyn: as hass my gheiney-mooinjerey foddey jeh.

My lovers and my neighbours did stand looking upon my trouble: and my kinsmen stood afar off.


Adsyn neesht va sleeuit er my vioys, ren ribbaghyn y hoiaghey er my hon: as ren adsyn va shirrey dy yannoo aggair dou, taggloo jeh olkys, as smooinaghtyn er molteyraght fey-ny-laa.

They also that sought after my life laid snares for me: and they that went about to do me evil talked of wickedness, and imagined deceit all the day long.


Er my hon's va mee myr dooinney bouyr nagh row clashtyn: as myr fer ta balloo, nagh vel fosley e veeal.

As for me, I was like a deaf man, and heard not: and as one that is dumb, who doth not open his mouth.


Va mee dy jarroo myr dooinney nagh vel clashtyn: as nagh vel fockle echey dy ghra er e hon hene.

I became even as a man that heareth not: and in whose mouth are no reproofs.


Son ort's, O Hiarn, ta mee er choyrt my varrant: nee uss m'y reggyrt, O Hiarn my Yee.

For in thee, O Lord, have I put my trust: thou shalt answer for me, O Lord my God.


Ta mee er yeearree nagh jinnagh adsyn, dy jarroo my noidyn boggyssagh harrym: son tra ren my chass skyrraghtyn, ghow ad mooarane boggey m'o?.

I have required that they, even mine enemies, should not triumph over me: for when my foot slipped, they rejoiced greatly against me.


As ta mish, dy firrinagh, soit ayns y cherraghey trome: as ta my hrimshey kinjagh kiongoyrt rhym.

And I, truly, am set in the plague: and my heaviness is ever in my sight.


Son nee'm goaill-rish my olkys: as bee'm trimshagh son my pheccah.

For I will confess my wickedness: and be sorry for my sin.


Agh ta my noidyn bio as niartal: as t'adsyn ta dwoaie oc orrym gyn oyr, ymmodee ayns earroo.

But mine enemies live, and are mighty: and they that hate me wrongfully are many in number.


Adsyn neesht ta cooilleeney olk son mie, t'ad m'oï: er-yn-oyr dy vel mee geiyrt er shen ny ta mie.

They also that reward evil for good are against me: because I follow the thing that good is.


Ny treig mee, O Hiarn my Yee: ny bee uss foddey voym.

Forsake me not, O Lord my God: be not thou far from me.


Jean siyr dy chooney lhiam: O Hiarn Yee my haualtys.

Haste thee to help me: O Lord God of my salvation.