Gàidhlig
Salm 77
Dh'èigh mi ri Dia gu h-àrd lem ghuth, dh'èigh mi lem ghuth gu h-àrd; Is thug e, nuair a ghlaodh mi ris, sàr-èisdeachd dhomh gun dàil. An là mo thrioblaid dh'iarr mi Dia; is shruth mo leòn gun sgur, Rè fad na h-oidhch'; is m'anam truagh sòlas do dhiùlt gu tur. Air Dia ghrad-chuimhnich mi an sin, is mi an trioblaid ghèir; Ris rinn mi gearan trom gun tàmh, chlaoidheadh mo spiorad fhèin. Chùm thu mo shùil na faireachadh; tha mi cho iarganach, Nach faod mi facal cainnt no sgèil labhairt lem bheul a-mach. An sin air làithean fad o chèin smaoinich mi fhèin le beachd; Air bliadhnan fòs na h-aimsir cèin am aire fhèin bha teachd. Seadh, chuimhnich mi mo cheòl san oidhch', 's rinn cainnt rim chridhe fhèin, Is rinn mo spiorad fòs gun tàmh, le dìcheall, sgrùdadh geur. An tilg an Tighearn uaith gu bràth? nach nochd e ghràdh nas mò? 'N do sguir gu tur a ghràs am feasd, 's a ghealladh fad gach lò? 'N do dhearmaid Dia gu fìrinneach bhith gràsmhor caoin gu bràth? 'N do dhruid e suas na chorraich mhòir a thròcair chaomh 's a ghràdh? An sin ghrad-fhreagair mi gu dearbh, Is i seo m'anfhainn mhòr; Ach bliadhnaidh deaslàimh' cuimhnicheam, an Tì as àirde glòir. Gnìomharan Dhè sìor mheòraicheam, mar rinneadh leis gach beairt, Is d'iongantais on aimsir chèin sìor chuimhnicheam gu beachd. Air d'oibrean uile mar an ceudn' smaoinichidh mi gu tric; Is air gach gnìomh a rinneadh leat sìor labhraidh mi gu glic. Do shlighe tha san ionad naomh, a Thighearn is a Dhè; Cò 's coimeas ann am meud ri Dia a tha na Dhia dhuinn fhèin? 'S tu 'n tì tha dèanamh iongantais, a Thighearna nam feart; Is ann am measg a' phobaill fòs do thaisbein thu do neart. Do shaoradh leat dan teasairginn do phoball dìleas fhèin, Clann Iàcoib agus Iòseiph fòs, led ghàirdean neartmhor treun. Chunnaic na h-uisgeachan thu, Dhè, chunnaic iad thu gu beachd, Is ghabh iad geilt; 's air doimhneachd fòs bha mòran oglaidheachd. An uisge dhòirt na neòil a-nuas, bu ro-mhòr fuaim nan speur; Is chaidh do shaighdean corranach a-mach gu sgaiteach geur. Ard-ghuth do thàirneanaich san speur, chualas, a Dhè, gu tric; An saoghal las led dhealanaich, an talamh ghluais is chlisg. Do cheuman tha san doimhneachd mhòir, do shlighe tha sa chuan; Ach luirg do chas chan aithnich sinn, tha siud am falach uainn. Is amhlaidh mar gum biodh ann treud, do phoball stiùradh leat; Le deagh làimh Mhaois is Aaroin fòs, gan treòrachadh gu ceart.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 77
For the choirmaster. Jeduthun. Of Asaph. Psalm.
I called to God for help
I called to God to hear me;
when I was in trouble, I sought the Lord;
I stretched out untiring hands all night
but my soul could not be comforted.
I think of you, O God, and groan;
I meditate, and my spirit faints.
You keep my eyes from closing;
I am too distraught to speak.
My thoughts return to times long past,
to years long gone;
I recall my songs in the night,
and my spirit asks this question:
"Will the Lord reject us forever,
and never show his favour again?
Has his faithful love vanished forever,
and his promise ended eternally?
Does God forget to show mercy;
has his anger shut off his compassion?
This is what wounds me," I said,
"that the power of the Most High has
changed."
I call to mind the wonders of Yahweh,
and remember your deeds in the past;
I think about all that you did,
and consider all your great deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy;
what God is as great as our God?
You are the God who works marvels,
and makes nations acknowledge your power.
You saved your people with a mighty arm,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.
O God, the waters saw you,
the waters saw you and writhed,
the depths of the sea were troubled.
The clouds burst with water;
the skies crashed with thunder;
your arrows flashed on every side.
Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world,
the earth trembled and quaked.
Your road went through the sea,
your path through the great waters,
but your footprints could not be traced.
You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))