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 rinneadh 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))