Lúcás 15
1 Agus tangadar na Puibliocáin uile agus na peacthaigh chuige déisdeachd ris:
Now all the tax-farmers and sinners came near to give ear to him.
2 Agus do rinneadar na PhairsInigh agus na SgrIobuidhe munmhar, ag rádh, Gabhuidh an feporso peachtaigh chuige, agus ithidh se bíadh na bhfochair.
And the Pharisees and scribes were angry, saying, This man gives approval to sinners, and takes food with them.
3 Achd do labhair seison an chosamlachd sa riu, ag rádh,
And he made a story for them, saying,
4 Cía agaibhsi duine, agá bhfuil céad cáora, agus do léigfeadh áon díobh a mugha, nach bhfágann na naói gcaóiridh déug agus ceithre fichid ar an bhfásach, agus nach dtéid a ndiAigh na c aorach úd do chúaidh a mugha, nó go bhfafann sé í?
What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if one of them gets loose and goes away, will not let the ninety-nine be in the waste land by themselves, and go after the wandering one, till he sees where it is?
5 Agus ar na fagháil do, cuiridh sé go luathgháireach, í ar a ghnáillibh,
And when he has got it again, he takes it in his arms with joy.
6 Agus ar dteachd dá thigh dhó, goiridh se a cháirde agus a chomharsain a geanna chéile, ag rádh rIu, Déanuidh luathgháireleamsa; óir fuáir mé mo cháora do chuáidh a múgha.
And when he gets back to his house, he sends for his neighbours and friends, saying to them, Be glad with me, for I have got back my sheep which had gone away.
7 A derim ribh, gur ah mar sin bhias forbhfáilte ar neamh ar son éin pheaochach do mni is mó na ar son naói bhfréin dég agus fichid, ar nach bhfuil riachdanasaithrighe.
I say to you that even so there will be more joy in heaven when one sinner is turned away from his wrongdoing, than for ninety-nine good men, who have no need of a change of heart.
8 Nó cía an bhean agá mbíadh deich mboinn, agus do léigfeadh si ááon bhonn diobh a mugha, nach lasadh solas, agus nach sguaibéochadh an tígh, agus nach íarrfadh go dithcheallach nó go bhághadh si é?
Or what woman, having ten bits of silver, if one bit has gone from her hands, will not get a light, and go through her house, searching with care till she sees it?
9 Agus ar na fHagháil, goiridh sí a bancháirde agus a banchomharsain a gceann a chéile, ag radh, Deannidh gáideachas léamsa; óir fuáir mé mo bhonn do leig me a múgha.
And when she has it again, she gets her friends and neighbours together, saying, Be glad with me, for I have got back the bit of silver which had gone from me.
10 Mar an gcéadna, a deirim ribh, Bí gáirdeachas ar ainglibh Dé trí éin pheacthach amháin do ní aithrighe.
Even so, I say to you, There is joy among the angels of God, when one sinner is turned away from his wrongdoing.
11 Agus a dubhairt sé fós, Do bhádar días mac ag duine aáirghe:
And he said, A certain man had two sons:
12 Agus a dubhairt an ti dob oige aca ré na athair, Athair, tabhair dhamh an chuid roitheas misi dod mhaóin. Aagus do roinn seision a mhaóin eatorra.
And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me that part of your property which will be mine. And he made division of his goods between them.
13 Agus tar éis bheagáin aimsire ag cruinniughadh a choda uile don mhac dob óige, do chúaidh sé air coigcrigh adtalamh imchían, agus do dhiombail sé ann sin a mhaóin lé na bheathaidh baoth-chaithfigh.
And not long after, the younger son got together everything which was his and took a journey into a far-away country, and there all his money went in foolish living.
14 Agus tar éis a choda uile do chaitheamh dho, déirih gorta romhór ann sa tir sin; agus do thosaigh seision ar bheith a ríachdanas.
And when everything was gone, there was no food to be had in that country, and he was in need.
15 Agus do imigh sé roimhe agus do cheangal sé e fein do chaithruightheóir don tír sin; noch do chuir fána dhúitche a mach é do bhúachuilleachd muc.
And he went and put himself into the hands of one of the people of that country, and he sent him into his fields to give the pigs their food.
16 Agus bá mhian leis a bhlog do Líonadh do na féithéoguibh do na muca: agus ní thugadh éanduine dhó íad.
And so great was his need that he would have been glad to take the pigs' food, and no one gave him anything.
17 Agus an ta n do chuimhnigh sé air féin, a dubhairt sé, Gá mhéd luchd túarasdail matharsa agá bhfúil iomarcaidh aráin, agus misi ag dul a mugha le gorta!
But when he came to his senses, he said, What numbers of my father's servants have bread enough, and more, while I am near to death here through need of food!
18 Fíréochaid mé agus rachaidh médionnsuighe mathar, agus déaruidh mé ris, A athair, do pheacaigh mé a naghaidh neimhe agus ad fhíadhnuisisi,
I will get up and go to my father, and will say to him, Father, I have done wrong, against heaven and in your eyes:
19 Agus ní fín mé feasda do mhacsa do ghairm dhióm: déana mé mar áon dod luchd thúarasduil.
I am no longer good enough to be named your son: make me like one of your servants.
20 Agus deirigh sé, agus do chuáidh sé dionnsuighe a athaar. Agus ar mbeith fós a gcíanúadh dhó do chonnaire a athair é, agus do ghabh truáighe mhór dhó é, agus ag rith dhó, do chrom sé fá na bhrághuid, agus do phóg sé é.
And he got up and went to his father. But while he was still far away, his father saw him and was moved with pity for him and went quickly and took him in his arms and gave him a kiss.
21 Agus a dubhairt an mac ris, A athair, do pheacaigh méa naghuidh neimhe, agus ad fhiadhnuisisi, agus ní fiu mé feasda do mhacsa do ghairim dhiom.
And his son said to him, Father, I have done wrong, against heaven and in your eyes: I am no longer good enough to be named your son.
22 Agus a dubhhairt an tathair ré na shearbhoghantaibh, Tabhruidh an chuluidhein is fearr libh, agus cuireidh uime í; agus cuiridh fainne air a láimh, agus bróga air a chosaibh:
But the father said to his servants, Get out the first robe quickly, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet:
23 Agus tuguidh libh agus marbhuidh, an láogh bíadhta; agus caitheam biadh, agus bíom go súgach:
And get the fat young ox and put it to death, and let us have a feast, and be glad.
24 Oir fuáir mo mhac ann so bás, agus do aithbhéodhuigh sé: agus do chúaidh sé a mugha, agus friíth é. Ar a naddhbhar, sindo thionnsgnadar bheith go sugach.
For this, my son, who was dead, is living again; he had gone away from me, and has come back. And they were full of joy.
25 Achd do bhí an mac búdh seine aige air an machaire amuich: agus ar dteachd a ngar don tigh dho, do chúaluidh sé an céol agus na damhsaidhe.
Now the older son was in the field: and when he came near the house, the sounds of music and dancing came to his ears.
26 Agus ar ngairm aóin do na scarbhfhoghantuibh chuige dhó, dfiáfruidh sé dhe créd iad na neithesi?
And he sent for one of the servants, questioning him about what it might be.
27 Agus a dubhairt seision ris, Do dhearbhráthairsi thánic: agus do mharbh hathair anláogh bíadhta, ar son go h˘fuair sé slán a ris é.
And he said to him, Your brother has come; and your father has had the young ox put to death because he has come back safely.
28 Agus do ghabh fearg eision, agus nior bháill leis dul a sdeach: uimesin tháinic a athair amach, agus do ghoir sé chuige é.
But he was angry and would not go in; and his father came out and made a request to him to come in.
29 Achd ar bhfreaga dhosan a dubhairt sé ris a athair, Feach, a timsi ag déanamh agus nior sháruigh mé haithne a riamh: gídheadh ní thug tú fin an mheannáin dhamh ariamh, ionnus go mbéinn go súgach rém cháirdibh:
But he made answer and said to his father, See, all these years I have been your servant, doing your orders in everything: and you never gave me even a young goat so that I might have a feast with my friends:
30 Achd an tan tháinic an macsa agad, do shlug do mhaóin a bhfochair mheirdreach, do mharbh tú an láogh ˘bíadhta dho.
But when this your son came, who has been wasting your property with bad women, you put to death the fat young ox for him.
31 Achd a dubhairt seision ris, a mhic, atá tusa do gnáth am fhochair, agus na huile neithe is leamsa, is leachdsa iad.
And he said to him, Son, you are with me at all times, and all I have is yours.
32 Achd do budh cóir dhúinn sugachas, agus forbháilteachas do dhéanamh; tré go raibh an dearbhathairsi agadsa tar éis bháis, agus gur aithbhéodhuigh sé; agus go ndeach aidh sé a mugha, agus gur fríth a ris e.
But it was right to be glad and to have a feast; for this your brother, who was dead, is living again; he had gone away and has come back.
