Gwrando, O Dduw, fy ngweddi brudd,
  Nac ymgudd rhag fy nghwynfan;
Erglyw a gwel fy ngwael ystād,
  A llais fy nād
      a'm gruddfan.

Minnau gweddiaf ar Dduw byw,
  Yr hwn a'm clyw mewn amser,
Bore a hwyr, a chanol dydd;
  A hyn a fydd trwy daerder.

O bwrw d'ofal ar dy Dduw,
  O myni fyw heb syrthio:
Y cyfiawn Duw a geidw byth,
  A'r drwg a chwyth oddiwrtho.

Listen, O God, to my sad prayer,
  Do not hide thyself from my complaint;
Hear and see my poor estate,
  And the voice of my lament
      and my groaning.

I will pray to the living God,
  To him who will hear me in time,
Morning and evening, and mid-day;
  And this shall be through earnestness.

O cast thy care on thy God,
  O insist on living without falling:
The righteous, God shall keep forever,
  And the evil and blast away from him.

 2 Attend to this my sad complaint,
     and hear my grievous moans;
   Whilst I my mournful case declare
     with artless sighs
         and groans.

16 But I will call on God, who still
     shall in my aid appear;
17 At morn, at noon, at night I'll pray,
     and he my voice shall hear.

22 Do thou, my soul, on God depend,
     and he shall thee sustain;
   He aids the just, whom to supplant
     the wicked strive in vain.