Lúcás 15
1 Agus tangadar na Puibliocáin uile agus na peacthaigh chuige déisdeachd ris:
Then all the tax collectors and ‘sinners’ were getting close to Him to hear Him.
2 Agus do rinneadar na PhairsInigh agus na SgrIobuidhe munmhar, ag rádh, Gabhuidh an feporso peachtaigh chuige, agus ithidh se bíadh na bhfochair.
Well the Pharisees and the scribes started complaining, saying, “This man welcomes ‘sinners’ and eats with them.”
3 Achd do labhair seison an chosamlachd sa riu, ag rádh,
So He told them this parable, 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 among you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not abandon the ninety-nine in the wild and go after the lost one until he finds it?
5 Agus ar na fagháil do, cuiridh sé go luathgháireach, í ar a ghnáillibh,
And upon finding it he joyfully puts it on his shoulders.
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 comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost!’
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 likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous ones who have no need of repentance.
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 silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds 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 finds it, she calls together her friends and neighbors saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I lost!’
10 Mar an gcéadna, a deirim ribh, Bí gáirdeachas ar ainglibh Dé trí éin pheacthach amháin do ní aithrighe.
Just so, I say to you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
11 Agus a dubhairt sé fós, Do bhádar días mac ag duine aáirghe:
Then 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 one said to the father, ‘Father, give me the appropriate share of the estate.’ So he divided the property 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.
Not many days later the younger son, having converted it all, journeyed to a distant country; and there he squandered his wealth living dissolutely.
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.
But when he had spent it all, there was a severe famine throughout that country, and he began to be 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.
Then he went and attached himself to a citizen of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs.
16 Agus bá mhian leis a bhlog do Líonadh do na féithéoguibh do na muca: agus ní thugadh éanduine dhó íad.
He would gladly have filled his stomach with the carob pods that the pigs were eating, but 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 himself he said: ‘How many of my father's hired servants have an abundance of bread, while I am dying of hunger!
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 say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you,
19 Agus ní fín mé feasda do mhacsa do ghairm dhióm: déana mé mar áon dod luchd thúarasduil.
and I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired 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.
“So he got up and went to his own father. But while he was still a good ways off, his father saw him and was moved with compassion—he ran and fell on his neck and kissed him!
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.
Then the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you, and I am no longer worthy to be called 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 slaves: ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet.
23 Agus tuguidh libh agus marbhuidh, an láogh bíadhta; agus caitheam biadh, agus bíom go súgach:
And bring in and kill the fatted calf, and let us eat and celebrate;
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.
because this son of mine was dead and came to life; he was lost and is found!’ So they began to celebrate.
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 his older son was in the field; and as he came approaching the house he heard music and dancing.
26 Agus ar ngairm aóin do na scarbhfhoghantuibh chuige dhó, dfiáfruidh sé dhe créd iad na neithesi?
So he called one of the servants and asked what these things meant.
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.
He said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has received him back safe and sound.’
28 Agus do ghabh fearg eision, agus nior bháill leis dul a sdeach: uimesin tháinic a athair amach, agus do ghoir sé chuige é.
So he became angry and refused to go in. Then his father came out and began to plead with him.
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 in answer he said to the father: ‘Just look at how many years I have been serving you without ever transgressing your commandment; yet you never gave me even a young goat that I might celebrate 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 son of yours came, who has devoured your livelihood with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf 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.
So he said to him: ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that 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 that we celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and came to life; he was lost and is found.’”
