O Arglwydd na cherydda fi (Salm 38)

O Arglwydd! na cherydda fi,
  Yn mhoethni dy gynddaredd;
Ni ddial arnaf yn dy lid,
  Oblegid fy anwiredd.

Aeth f'anwireddau hyd y nen,
  A thros fy mhen tyfasant;
Unwedd a baich rhy drwm o bwys,
  Yn ddwys y'm cystuddiasant.

Clyw, Arglwydd, fi; herwydd o'th flaen,
  Yn hollol mae 'nymuniad;
Ni chuddiwyd mo'm hochenaid i,
  Odd'wrthyt ti, fy Ngheidwad.

Gwael a thruenus wyf' yn wir,
  Mewn dolur hir yn poeni;
A chyfiawn yw, addefaf hyn,
  Fy mhechod sy'n ei beri.

Salm xxxix.13.
Teilynga, Arglwydd, fy nghryfhâu,
  Cyn darfod dyddiau mywyd;
Bydded i mi cyn myn'd i'm bedd,
  Fwynhâu dy hêdd mewn hawddfyd.

O Lord! do not chastise me,
  In the heat of thy wrath;
Do not requite me in thy anger,
  Because of my falsehood.

My falsehoods went as far as the sky,
  And over my head they grew;
Just like a burden too heavy of weight,
  Intently they afflicted me.

Hear, Lord, me; because before thee,
  Completely is my request;
My groans are not hidden,
  From thee, my Saviour.

Poor and wretched am I truly,
  In long sadness grieving;
And righteous is, I admit this,
  My sin that is causing it.

Psalm 39:13.
Be worthy, Lord, to strengthen me,
  Before the days of my life vanish;
May I, before I go to my grave,
  Enjoy thy peace in blessedness.

 1 Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain, 
     though I deserve it all;
   Nor let at once on me the storm
     of thy displeasure fall.

 4 My sins, that to a deluge swell,
     my sinking head o'erflow,
   And for my feeble strength to bear
     too vast a burden grow.

15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
     my innocence to clear;
   assured that thou, the righteous God,
     my injured cause wilt hear.

17 And, with continual grief oppressed,
     to sink I now begin
18 To thee, O Lord, I will confess,
     to thee bewail my sin.

Psal. XXXIX.
13 O spare me yet a little time,
     my wasted strength restore;
   Before I vanish quite from hence,
     and shall be seen no more.