Pa hŷd, fy Arglwydd Dduw dilyth, Ai byth yr wyf mewn anghof? Pa guddio'r wyt, O Dduw, pa hyd, Dy lân wynebpryd rhagof? Pa hŷd y rhêd meddyliau tro, Bob awr i flino 'nghalon? Pa hŷd y câf ddïodde' cûr, Tra codir fy nghaseion? O Arglwydd! edrych arnaf fi, A chlyw fy ngweddi'r awrhon; Agor fy llygaid rhag eu cau Yn nghysgfa angeu digllon. Pe llithrwn ddim, rhag maint yw'r llid, Fe dd'wedid fy ngorchfygu: A llawen fyddai fy holl gas; Dal fi o'th ras i fynu. Minnau'n dy nawdd a rois fy ffydd, A'm holl lawenydd eithaf: Canaf i'm Duw a'm helpiodd i, Gwnaf gerddi i'r Goruchaf. rhag maint :: gan faint am helpiodd i :: fy nghymhorth i
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How long, my unfailing Lord God, Will I be forever forgotten? Why art thou hiding, O God, so long, Thy holy face from me? How long shall my turning thoughts run, Every hour to grieve my heart? How long shall I get to suffer a blow, While those who hate me are raised? O Lord, look upon me, And hear my prayer now! Open my eyes lest they close In the sleep of bitter death. If I should slip at all, how great is the anger, It would be said I was defeated: And joyful would be all my foe; Hold me up by thy grace. But I, in thy protection I put my faith, And all my utmost joy: I will sing to my God who helped me, I will make music to the Most High. :: who helped me :: my help tr. 2009,17 Richard B Gillion |
1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? must I for ever mourn? How long wilt thou withdraw from me, Oh! never to return? 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, and grief my heart oppress? How long my enemies insult, and I have no redress? 3 O hear! and to my longing eyes restore thy wonted light! And suddenly, or I shall sleep in everlasting night. 4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast, 'twas their own strength o'ercame, Permit not them that vex my soul to triumph in my shame. 5 Since I have always placed my trust beneath thy mercy's wing, Thy saving health will come, and then my heart with joy shall spring: 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspired, to thee, my God, ascend; Who to thy servant in distress such bounty didst extend.
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