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ULC a dhean mo lochd
Gun gabh e ’n galar gluc gloc,
Guirneanach, gioirneanach, guairneach,
Gaornanach, garnanach, gruam.
Gum bu cruaidhe c na chlach,
Gum bu duibhe e na ’n gual,
Gum bu luaithe e na ’n lach,
Gum bu truime e na ’n luaidh.
Gum bu gointe, gointe, geuire, gairbhe, guiniche e,
Na’n cuilionn cruaidh cnea-chridheach,
Gum bu gairge e na’n salann sion, sionn, searbh, sailte,
Seachd seachd uair.
A turabal a null,
A tarabal a nall,
A treosdail a sios,
A dreochail a suas,
A breochail a muigh,
A geochail a staigh,
Dol a mach minic,
Tighinn a steach ainmic. |
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THE wicked who would do me harm
May he take the [throat] disease,
Globularly, spirally, circularly,
Fluxy, pellety, horny-grim.
Be it harder than the stone,
Be it blacker than the coal,
Be it swifter than the duck,
Be it heavier than the lead.
Be it fiercer, fiercer, sharper, harsher, more malignant,
Than the hard, wound-quivering holly,
Be it sourer than the sained, lustrous, bitter, salt salt,
Seven seven times.
Oscillating thither,
Undulating hither,
Staggering downwards,
Floundering upwards.
Drivelling outwards,
Snivelling inwards,
Oft hurrying out,
Seldom coming in. |
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Sop an luib gach laimhe,
Cas an cois gach cailbhe,
Lurg am bun gach ursann,
Sput ga chur ’s ga chairbinn.
Gearrach fhala le cridhe, le crutha, le cnamha,
Le gruthan, le sgumhan, le sgamha,
Agus sgrudadh cuisil, ugan is arna,
Dha mo luchd-tair agus tuaileis.
An ainm Dhia nam feart,
A shiab uam gach olc,
’S a dhion mi le neart,
Bho lion mo luchd-freachd
Agus fuathachd. |
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A wisp the portion of each hand,
A foot in the base of each pillar,
A leg the prop of each jamb,
A flux driving and dragging him.
A dysentery of blood from heart, from form, from bones,
From the liver, from the lobe, from the lungs,
And a searching of veins, of throat, and of kidneys,
To my contemners and traducers.
In name of the God of might,
Who warded from me every evil,
And who shielded me in strength,
From the net of my breakers
And destroyers. |