PSAL. CXXII

1S’mooar va my voggey tra dooyrt ad rhym: Nee mayd goll gys thie’n Chiarn.

2Shassee ny cassyn ainyn ayns dty yiattyn: O Yerusalem.

3Ta Jerusalem troggit myr ard-valley: ta ec unnaneys ayn hene.

4Son gys shen ta ny kynneeyn goll seose, dy jarroo kynneeyn y Chiarn: dy ymmyrkey feanish da Israel, dy choyrt booise da ennym y Chiarn.

5Son shen y raad ta stoyl y vriwnys: dy jarroo stoyl-reeoil lught-thie Ghavid.

6O guee-jee son shee Yerusalem: nee adsyn bishaghey ta graihagh ort.

7Shee dy row cheu-sthie jeh dty voallaghyn: as sonnys cheu-sthie jeh dty chooyrtyn.

8Er graih my vraaraghyn as my heshaghyn dooie: guee-ym son dty vaynrys.

9Dy jarroo, son graih chiamble y Chiarn nyn Yee: shir-ym dy choyrt dty vie er y hoshiaght.