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Livrey mee, O Hiarn, veih'n drogh ghooinney: as freill mee veih'n dooinney dewil;

Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: and preserve me from the wicked man.


Ta smooinaghtyn er olk ayns nyn greeaghyn: as dy kinjagh greesaghey seose anvea.

Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir up strife all the day long.


T'ad er slhieu nyn jengaghyn myr ard nieu: ta pyshoon yn adder fo nyn meillyn.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adder's poison is under their lips.


Freill mee, O Hiarn, veih laueyn ny mee-chrauee: jean m'y choadey veih ny tranlaasee, ta kiarit dy my hilgey harrish ayns my raaidyn.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly: preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.


Ta ny mooaralee er hoiaghey ribbey er my hon, as er skeayley magh lieen dy lhean lesh coyrdyn: dy jarroo t'ad er hoiaghey trappyn ayns my raad.

The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords: yea, and set traps in my way.


Dooyrt mee rish y Chiarn, She uss my Yee: eaisht rish coraa my phadjeryn, O Hiarn.

I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.


O Hiarn Yee, uss niart my lhaynt: t'ou er choodaghey my chione ayns laa yn chaggey.

O Lord God, thou strength of my health: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.


Ny lhig da'n dooinney mee-chrauee cooilleen aigney 'gheddyn orrym, O Hiarn: ny lhig da ny saaseyn aggairagh echey goaill toshiaght, nagh bee ad ro voyrnagh.

Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord: let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.


Lhig da olkys nyn meillyn hene tuittym er y chione ocsyn: ta dy my hionney stiagh er dy chooilley heu.

Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them: that compass me about.


Lhig da smarageyn jiarg losht tuittym orroo: lhig daue ve tilgit ayns yn aile, as ayns ny ooigyn dowiney, nagh n'irree ad reesht dy bragh.

Let hot burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.


Cha jig y feanish foalsey er y hoshiaght er y thalloo: nee olk yn dooinney tranlaasagh y helg gys e hoyrt-mow.

A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.


Shickyr ta mee dy jean y Chiarn cooilleeney 'ghoaill ayns lieh'n voght: as dy gum eh seose cooish yn ymmyrchagh.

Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor: and maintain the cause of the helpless.


Ver y dooinney ynrick myrgeddin booise da dt'Ennym: as nee'n er-cairagh tannaghtyn ayns dty hilley.

The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name: and the just shall continue in thy sight.