Gàidhlig
Salm 52
Ciod uime 'n dèan thu, ghaisgich thrèin, uaill as an olc gu mòr? Mairidh am feasd gun cheann, gun chrìch, deagh mhaitheas Rìgh na glòir'. Do theang' a' dealbh an aimhleis chlaoin; chum ceilg' mar ealtainn ghèir. Is annsa leat an t-olc na math, is breug na briathran fìor. A theanga chealgach, 's ionmhainn leat gach facal millteach olc. Nì Dia gu sìorraidh mar an ceudn' làn-sgrios a tharraing ort; Glan-sgathar thu, is as do theach grad-spìonar thu gu tur, A talamh is à tìr nam beò buainear do fhreamh à bun. Siud chì am fìrean, gabhaidh fiamh, is nì e gàire fòs; Feuch, seo am fear nach d'earb à Dia, mar dhaingneach is mar threòir; Ach ann an lìonmhorachd a stòir a dhòchas chuir gu treun, Na shaoibhreas is na aingidheachd, do neartaich e e fhèin. Ach mis' mar ùr-chrann ola tha an àros Dhè a-ghnàth; A' cur mo dhòchais ann a ghràs, ri fad mo rè 's mo là. Gu sìorraidh suthainn molam thu, chionn siud gun d'rinneadh leat; Feitheam air d'ainm, oir tha e math, an làth'r do naomh gu beachd.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 52
For the choirmaster. Poem. Of David. When Doeg the Edomite went and warned Saul, ‘David has gone to Abimelech’s house’.
Why are you so proud of being wicked,
you man of might?
Why do you spend all day boasting,
of evil against the godly?
You plan destruction;
your tongue is sharp as a razor,
plotting deceitful deeds.
You love evil more than good,
and lying more than truth;
you love using harmful words,
with devious tongue.
Therefore God will crush you forever,
snatch and tear you from your tent,
uproot you from among the living.
The just will watch it with awe.
They will mock him and say,
"Here is the man who spurned God as his
stronghold,
but trusted his opulence
and his power to destroy!"
But I am like an olive tree
growing in the house of God;
in God's eternal faithful love
I put my trust.
I will praise you forever for what you have done,
I will trust in your name,
for it is good,
in the presence of the faithful.
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))