Gàidhlig
Salm 80
Eisd, aodhair Israeil, a stiùir Iòseph mar threud led làimh. Thusa tha 'd thàmh measg cheruban, dealraich a-mach mu thràth. An làthair Ephraim 's Bheniàmin, agus Mhanaseh fòs, Dùisg-sa do chumhachd; agus thig gar saoradh mar as nòs. Till sinn a-rìs, a Dhè nam feart; tog oirnne suas gu h-àrd Deagh dhealradh glan do ghnùis' a-nis, is saorar sinn led ghràs. Cia fhad, a Thighearna nan sluagh, a leanas corraich riut, Ri guidhe ghèir na muinntir sin as poball dìleas dhut? Oir bheathaich thu do shluagh gu lèir le aran deur is bròin; Is tomhas soibhir thug thu dhaibh de dheuran goirt rin òl. Is rinn thu sinn mar adhbhar strì dar coimhearsnachan fhèin; Nar n-adhbhar spòrs' is àbhachdais dar n-eascairdean gu lèir. Till sinn a-rìs, O Dhè nan slògh; tog oirnne suas gu h-àrd Deagh dhealradh glan do ghnùis a-nis, is saorar sinn led ghràs. Thug thu fìonain as an Eiphit; na cinnich thilg thu mach, Is shuidhich thus' an fhìonain ud nan ionad siud fa seach. Rèitich thu àite dhi; is ghabh i freumh gu daingeann teann, Led bheannachadh; is lìonadh leath' an tìr o cheann gu ceann. Na cnuic ro-àrda dh'fhalaich i le sgàil 's le dùbhar fhèin; A geugan bha a' cinneachdainn mar sheudair àlainn rèidh. An dara taobh gu ruig an cuan chuir i a-mach a meòir; An taobh ud eil' a geugan shìn gu ruig an abhainn mhòr. A callaid cuim' a bhriseadh leat! ionnas gu bheil gach neach Thèid seachad air an rathad mhòr, ga spionadh leò fa seach. Tha 'n torc a thig on choille mach ga fàsachadh gu lèir, Tha beathaich allt' na machrach fòs ga slugadh suas le chèil'. Till, guidhmid ort, a Dhè nan sluagh, is seall o nèamh a-nuas, Feuch, agus fiosraich fhèin a-nis an fhìonain seo le truas; Am fìonlios sin a shuidhich thu, le neart do làimhe deis'; 'S am meangan ud a neartaich thu, dhut fhèin le lùth is treis. Le lasair theine loisgeadh i, is ghearradh i a-nuas; Làn-mhilleadh agus sgriosadh iad, le achmhasan do ghnùis. Air fear do dheaslàimh fhèin, a Dhè, gu robh do làmh gu treun; Air mac an duin' a rinneadh leat a neartachadh dhut fhèin. Mar sin cha till sin uat a-rìs; ath-bheothaich sinn gach lò, Is gairmidh sinn air d'ainm an sin, an cian a bhios sinn beò. Till sinn a-rìs, a Dhè nam feart, is foillsich fhèin gu h-àrd Deagh dhealradh glan do ghnùis a-nis, is saorar sinn led ghràs.
(Bho Tiomnadh Nuadh, Dùn Eideann (2002))
English
Psalm 80
For the choirmaster. Tune: ‘The Lilies of the covenant’. Of Asaph. Psalm.
Hear us, O Shepherd of Israel,
leading Joseph like a flock;
shine forth enthroned,
sitting between the cherubim.
Stir up your might
at the head of Ephraim,
Benjamin and Manasseh,
and come to save us.
O God, bring us back;
make your face shine upon us
that we may be saved.
O Yahweh, God of Hosts,
how long will you be angry
at your people's prayers?
You have fed them
the bread of tears;
you have made them
drink many tears.
You have made us
the scorn of our neighbours,
a laughing-stock to our enemies.
O God of Hosts, restore us;
make your face shine upon us
that we may be saved.
You brought a vine out of Egypt.
You drove out the nations
and planted it.
You cleared the ground for it;
it took root
and filled the land.
It covered the mountains with shadow;
its branches covered
the mighty cedars.
It sent out branches
to the Sea,
its shoots as far as the River.
Why have you smashed its walls
so that all who pass by
pick its grapes?
Forest boars tear at it;
wild animals feed on it.
O God of Hosts, return to us;
look down from heaven and observe;
visit this vine,
the root your right hand planted
the son you reared for yourself.
Your vine is cut down
and burned with fire;
your people perish
at your rebuke.
Grant your power
to the one you trust,
the son of man
whom you reared for yourself.
Then we will never turn back from you;
grant us life,
and we will call on your name.
O Yahweh God Almighty, restore us;
let your face shine upon us
that we may be saved.
(From The Psalms, Slough (1994))