Psalm 95

Gàidhlig

Salm 95

O thigibh, seinneamaid do Dhia;
  thigeadh gach neach na làth'r;
Do charraig thrèin ar slàinte fòs,
  togamaid iolach àrd.

A-steach na fhianais thigeamaid
  le buidheachas gach là;
Togamaid ceòl gu suilbhireach
  a' seinn le salman dha;

Is Dia ro-mhòr Iehòbhah treun;
  rìgh mòr os cionn gach dia.
Doimhneachd na talmhainn tha na làimh;
  's leis neart nan cnoc 's nan sliabh.

'S e rinn an cuan tha farsaing mòr,
  tha còir aig' air is sealbh;
'S an talamh tioram le a làimh
  's e chruthaich is a dhealbh.

O thigibh agus sleuchdamaid,
  is dèanar cromadh leinn;
Is air ar glùinean tuiteamaid
  don Dia a chruthaich sinn;

Oir 's e ar Dia, is sinn a shluagh,
  a bheathaich e mar threud,
Caoraich a làimh'; ma dh'èisdear leibh
  an-diugh ra ghuth gun bhreug.

Na cruadhaichear ur cridhe leibh,
  mar anns a' chòmhstri dhian,
Mar rinineadh leibh san fhàsach chruaidh
  gam bhuaireadh le ur miann;

Tràth dh'fhionn 's a dhearbh ur sinnsir mi,
  's mo ghnìomh tràth chunnaic iad.
An t-àl ud rè dà-fhichead bliadhn'
  chuir campar orm is eud;

Thubhairt mi, 'S poball iad ga bheil
  droch chridhe seachranach;
Is air mo shlighean nach do ghabh
  riamh eòlas fìrinneach;

Don tug mi fhèin mo mhionnan mòr'
  am fheirg 's am chorraich ghèir,
Nach rachadh iad a-chaoidh a-steach
  dom ionad-suaimhneis fhèin.

(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))

English

Psalm 95

Come, let us sing for joy to Yahweh,
       a triumphal shout
       to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come to his face with thanksgiving
       and extol him with music and songs.
For Yahweh is a great God,
       the King over all the gods;
in his hand are earth's depths,
       and the mountain peaks belong to him.
The sea is his, he made it;
he formed the dry land
       with his hands.
Come, let us bow down in worship
       and kneel before Yahweh our Maker,
for he is our God,
we are his people,
the flock that he shepherds today
       if you but hear his voice:
"Do not harden your hearts
       as at Meribah,
as you did at Massah
       that day in the desert
where your fathers tested and tried me,
       even though they had seen what I did.
For forty years that generation angered me,
       and I said,
'They are people whose hearts go astray,
       who cannot grasp my ways.'
So I swore on oath in my anger,
       'they shall never enter my rest!'"

(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))