Gàidhlig
Salm 125
Tha 'n dream nì dòchas ann an Dia mar shliabh Shioin a-ghnàth, Nach faodar fòs a charachadh, ach mhaireas ann gu bràth. Ceart mar a tha na beanntan tric timcheall Ierusaleim, Tha Dia mar sin, a-nis 's gu sìor, timcheall a phobaill fhèin. Oir slat luchd-uilc cha ghabh i tàmh air chrann nan daoine còir; Eagal gun sìn na fìreanaich an làmh gu peacadh mòr. An aitim ud tha math, a Dhè, do mhaitheas pàirtich leò; Is leis an dream tha treibhdhireach 's nan cridhe tha gun ghò. Ach iadsan uile thèid a thaobh dan slighean claon le chèil', Iomainidh Dia le luchd an uilc, 'S bidh sìth air Israèl.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 125
Song of ascents.
If you trust in Yahweh you are like Mount Zion:
it cannot be shaken,
it stands firm for ever.
As the mountains encircle Jerusalem,
so Yahweh encircles his people,
both now and forever.
The rule of the wicked must not continue
over the heritage of the upright,
or the upright might turn their own hands
to evil.
Do good, O Yahweh, to those who are good,
the honest of heart.
But those who turn to wicked ways
are banished by Yahweh with evil-doers.
May Israel have peace!
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))