The Bible


O Hiarn, t'ou er my ronsaghey magh, as er my hoiggal: shione dhyts my hoie-sheese, as my irree-seose: t'ou toiggal my smooinaghtyn foddey ro-laue.

O Lord, thou hast searched me out and known me: thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thoughts long before.


T'ou uss mygeayrt my chassan, as mygeayrt my lhiabbee: as fakin ooilley my raaidyn.

Thou art about my path, and about my bed: and spiest out all my ways.


Son cur-my-ner, cha vel fockle er my hengey: nagh vel uss, O Hiarn, dy slane toiggal.

For lo, there is not a word in my tongue: but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.


T'ou uss er my chummey cheu-chooylloo, as cheu-veealloo: as er choyrt dty laue orrym.

Thou hast beset me behind and before: and laid thine hand upon me.


Dy hoiggal shoh, te ro yindyssagh as ro ard er my hon: cha voddym roshtyn huggey.

Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me: I cannot attain unto it.


C'raad eisht nee'm chea veih dty Spyrryd: ny c'raad nee'm cosney veih dt'enish?

Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit: or whither shall I go then from thy presence?


My hem seose gys niau, t'ou ayns shen: my hem sheese gys niurin, t'ou ayns shen myrgeddin.

If I climb up into heaven, thou art there: if I go down to hell, thou art there also.


My ghoym skianyn y voghrey: as tannaghtyn ayns ny ardjyn sodjey magh d'yn aarkey;

If I take the wings of the morning: and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;


Dy jarroo ayns shen myrgeddin nee dty laue m'y leeideil: as nee dty laue yesh m y niartaghey.

Even there also shall thy hand lead me: and thy right hand shall hold me.


My jir-ym, Foddee dy jean y dorraghys m'y choodaghey: eisht bee m'oie er ny hyndaa gys soilshey yn laa.

If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me: then shall my night be turned to day.


Dy jarroo, cha vel y dorraghys dorraghey mayrts, agh ta'n oie cha sollys as y laa: ta'n dorraghys as y soilshey dhyts colaik.

Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day: the darkness and light to thee are both alike.


Son lhiats my challin: t'ou er my choodaghey ayns breïn my vayrey.

For my reins are thine: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.


Ver-ym booise dhyt, son ta mee dy atchimagh as dy yindyssagh er my chroo: mirrillagh ta dt'obbraghyn, as s'mie ta m'annym's dy hoiggal shen.

I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.


Cha vel my chraueyn er ny cheiltyn voïds: ga dy row mee jeant dy follit, as er my chummey heese er y thalloo.

My bones are not hid from thee: when I was made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.


Honnick dty hooillyn yn stoo ayms, tra ve foast gyn cummey: as ayns dty lioar va ooilley my oltyn scruit;

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect: and in thy book were all my members written;


Va laa lurg laa er nyn gummey: tra nagh row ad foast er jeet rish.

Which day by day were fashioned: when as yet there was none of them.


O cre cha deyr ta dty choyrleyn dooys, O Yee: O cre wheesh ta'n sym oc!

How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God: O how great is the sum of them!


My hem dy choontey ad, t'ad ny smoo ayns earroo na'n gheinnagh: tra ta mee doostey ass my chadley, ta mee ayns dt'enish.

If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: when I wake up I am present with thee.


Nagh jean oo stroie ny drogh-yantee, O Yee; immee-jee ass m'enish, shiuish gheiney fuilltagh.

Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God: depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.


Son t'ad loayrt dy mee-chairagh dt'oi: as ta dty noidyn goaill dt'Ennym ayns fardail.

For they speak unrighteously against thee: and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.


Nagh vel dwoaie aym orroosyn, O Hiarn, ta dwoaie oc orts: as nagh vel mee corree roosyn ta girree magh dt'oï?

Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee: and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?


Dy jarroo ta slane dwoaie aym orroo: myr dy beagh ad my eer noidyn.

Yea, I hate them right sore: even as though they were mine enemies.


Prow mee, O Yee, as ronsee grunt my chree: jean m'y hirrey magh, as feysht my smooinaghtyn.

Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart: prove me, and examine my thoughts.


Jeeagh my ta mee ayns raad erbee dy olkys: as leeid mee gys raad yn vea dy bragh farraghtyn.

Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me: and lead me in thy way everlasting.