Gàidhlig
Salm 21
Am meud do neirt-sa, Dhè nan dùl, bidh aoibhneas air an Rìgh: Is ann ad shlàinte thròcairich sòlas cia mòr do nì? Làn mhiann is rùn a chridhe fhèin thug thusa dha gu seth: Aon athchuinge a dh'iarr a bheul cha d'rinn thu air a cleith. Oir beannachadh do mhaitheis mhòir sin thug thu dha gu moch: Is chuir thu coron àrd ma cheann, den òr as deirge dreach. Do dh'iarr e ortsa beatha bhuan, sin thug thu dha gu fìor: Is thug thu sìneadh saoghail dha, a-chum bhith beò gu sìor. A-thaobh na slàinte thug thu dha, is mòr a ghlòir gach àm; Ard-urram agus mòralachd chuir thusa air a cheann. Oir rinneadh leat ro-bheannaicht' e air feadh gach rè gu beachd; Is rinn thu e làn-aoibhneach fòs led ghnùis an tròcaireachd. Oir ann an Dia Iehòbhah mòr earbaidh an Rìgh a-ghnàth: Tre thròcair fòs an Tì as àird', cha ghluaisear e gu bràth. Aimsidh do ghlac air d'uile nàmh: air d'eascar do làmh dheas. Mar àmhainn theinntich nì thu iad, an aimsir d'fheirg' gan sgrios: Na chorraich mhòr nì Dia gu fìor, an slugadh sìos air fad. Is nìthear orra milleadh fòs le teine mòr gu grad. An toradh sgriosaidh tu on tìr, 's an sìol o dhaoine as. Oir rinn iad feall ad aghaidh: 's dhealbh dòbheairt nach d'fhaod' cur leis: Bheir thusa orra, uime sin, gun tionndaidh iad an cùl, Oir saighdean geur do bhogh' air sreing rin aghaidh gleusaidh tu. Ardaich thu fhèin, ad chumhachdan, a Thighearna nam feart: Mar sin sìor chanaidh sinn do chliù, is molaidh sinn do neart.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 21
For the choirmaster. Psalm. Of David.
O Yahweh, the king rejoices in your power;
how great is his joy in the triumphs you give!
You have given him his heart's desire,
and have not denied the request of his lips.
You came to meet him with blessings of wealth,
and placed a crown of pure gold on his head.
He asked for life, and you gave it to him,
length of days forever and ever.
His glory is great through the help you give;
you invest him with splendour and majesty.
You give him blessings which last forever,
you make him glad with the joy of your
presence.
For the king trusts in Yahweh;
the Most High's faithful love
will save him from falling.
Your hand will reach all your foes;
your right hand will seize your enemies.
You will make them like a blazing furnace
in the day when you appear.
Yahweh will swallow them up in his anger,
and fire will consume them.
You will rid the earth of their offspring,
and root out their children
from all the nations.
If they plot evil against you,
and plan many wicked schemes,
they will not succeed.
For you will put them to flight
when you aim at them with your bow.
Rise in your power, O Yahweh!
We will sing in praise of your might.
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))