Psalm 46
46
XLVI Psalm.
1’S e Dia is tearmuinn duin go beacht,
Ar spionnadh e ’sair neart;
’Trath thig buarreadh orm go trom,
Mo chobhair e go ceart.
2Mar sin da ngluaiseadh an uir trom,
Ni’l adhbhar eagal duinn;
Da tteilgfigh fós na sléibhte mór,
Go meadhon fárge a’s tonn.
3Na huisgeadha le béicibh borb,
Da rachadh thair a chéil;
Le na hatsan da mbeith air crith,
Na beanna ard go léir.
4Ta amhuin ann le sruithuibh séimh,
Ghníd cathair Dé ro ait;
Luathchar náomhtha an ti as ard,
A bhfuil sior‐comhnuidhe aig’.
5Ta Dia na meadhoin innte astigh,
Mar sin ni gcluaistear í;
O is furtacht agus congnamh lei,
Se Dia go moch a ghnidh.
6Do rinneadar na cinnidhe fuaim,
Na tiorrtha ghluais go cas;
Air gcur do Dhia, a ghuth amach.
Do leagh an talamh as.
7Ta Dia na sluagh linn féin do ghnath,
Dia Iacoib is tearmuinn duinn;
8Tigidhe a’s feuchuidhe oibre De,
Gach sgrios air talamh, rinn.
9Go criochuibh fós an domhuin mhóir,
An cogadh ghnidhse chosg;
An bogha bhris an tsleagh do ghearr,
An carbaid coguidh loisg.
10Cosguidhe a’s tuigidhe gur me Dia,
Ardóchar me do shiór;
A measg na sluagh biodh urruim dhamh,
Air feadh gach uile thír.
11Ta Dia na sluagh ag congnamh linn,
’Sa ccómhnuidhe ós ár ccionn;
Se Dia Iacoib is tearmuinn duinn,
D’ar bhfurtacht an ’sgach am.
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A Londain: ar na chur na gclo re Richard Watts, 1836
