Gàidhlig
Salm 30
Dhia, molam thu, oir thog thu mi, gàir' m'eascair cha d'rinn dhìom. A Dhia mo Thighearn, ghlaodh mi riut, is dh'fhurtaich orm am fheum. Do thogadh m'anam leatsa, Dhè, glan as an uaigh a-nìos; Is ghlèidh thu mi gu tèaraint' beò, don t-sloc nach rachainn sìos. Don Tighearn àrd gu ceòlmhor binn seinnibh, a naomh-shluagh fhèin, Ri cuimhneach' air a naomhachd-san, sgaoilibh a chliù an cèin. Oir fhearg cha mhair ach mionaid bheag, na dheagh ghean beatha tha: Tràth feasgair fòs ged robh ann bròn, thig aoibhneas leis an là. Am shocair thubhairt mi mar seo, cha ghluaisear mis' am feasd: Led thròcair thug thu air mo chnoc gu daingeann suas gun sheas: A Dhè, do cheil thu orm do ghnùis, chuir sin gu trioblaid mi. Dhia, riut do ghlaodh: is rinn ri Dia mo ghearan is mo chaoidh: Ciod i an tairbh' am fhuil-sa tha, an dèidh mo chur san uaigh? Am molar thusa leis an ùir? an toir air d'fhìrinn luaidh? Eisd rium a-nis, a Dhia nan dùl, dean tròcair orm is gràs; Is bi-sa, Dhè, 'd fhear-cuidich leam, nuair thàrlas dhomh bhith 'n sàs. Mo bhròn gu dannsa chaochail thu, is m'aodach saic faraon Do sgaoil thu dhìom, is chrioslaich mi le aoibhneas air gach taobh: Mo ghlòir gun seinneadh dhutsa cliù, gun idir bhith na tosd: A Dhia mo Thighearn, bheir mi dhut mòr-bhuidheachas am feasd.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 30
Psalm. Canticle for the Dedication of the Temple. Of David.
O Yahweh, I will exalt you,
for you have raised me up,
and have not let my foes gloat over me.
O Yahweh, my God,
I called to you for help,
and you healed me.
O Yahweh, you brought me back from the grave,
you saved my life as I sank in the pit.
Sing to Yahweh, you faithful ones,
praise his holy name.
His anger passes in a moment,
but his favour lasts a lifetime;
weeping may last through the night,
but cries of joy come with the dawn.
When I was wealthy I used to think,
"I can never be shaken!"
O Yahweh, when you favoured me,
you made me as firm as a mountain;
and when you hid your face from me,
I was dismayed.
I called to you, O Yahweh;
I cried to Yahweh for mercy:
"What do you gain from my death,
by my falling into the pit?
Will the dust give praise to you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?"
O Yahweh, hear and have mercy on me;
O Yahweh, be my help.
You turned my mourning into dancing;
you changed my sackcloth
to garments of joy,
that my heart might praise you
and never be silent;
O Yahweh my God,
I will praise you forever.
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))