ខគម្ពីរពេញនិយមពី Psalms 18

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The LORD my rock, my hainin-towir, an’ my to-fa’, my God, my craig; I maun lippen till himlane: my schild, the horn o’ my heal-makin, an’ my heigh-ha’.

For God, his gate ’s aefauld; the word o’ the LORD, it ’s pruif; a schild is he ay, till a’ that lippen till himlane.

I lilted fu’ loud till the LORD; an’ frae ill-willers a’ I was setten free.

I’ my strett o’ stretts I scraigh’t till the LORD; till God, my ain God, I sighet fu’ sair. He hearken’d my scraigh, frae his halie howff, my bidden wan ben afore him, it wan till his vera lugs.

For that light o’ mine yerlane gar’d kennle; the LORD my God gar’d my mirkness lowe

It’s God himlane wha graiths me wi’ might, an’ straughts me fu’ sikker the gate till gang

The LORD lives! an’ blythe be my ha’din-height; heigh be the God o’ my heal-makin