Lúcás 15
1 Agus tangadar na Puibliocáin uile agus na peacthaigh chuige déisdeachd ris:
Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming 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.
The Pharisees and the scribes murmured, saying, “This man welcomes sinners, and eats with them.”
3 Achd do labhair seison an chosamlachd sa riu, ag rádh,
He told them this parable:
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?
“Which of you men, if you had one hundred sheep and lost one of them, wouldn’t leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that was lost, until he found it?
5 Agus ar na fagháil do, cuiridh sé go luathgháireach, í ar a ghnáillibh,
When he has found it, he carries it on his shoulders, rejoicing.
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.
When he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which 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 tell you that even so there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous people who need no 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, if she had ten drachma coins, if she lost one drachma coin, wouldn’t light a lamp, sweep the house, and seek diligently until she found 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.
When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the drachma which I had lost!’
10 Mar an gcéadna, a deirim ribh, Bí gáirdeachas ar ainglibh Dé trí éin pheacthach amháin do ní aithrighe.
Even so, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner repenting.”
11 Agus a dubhairt sé fós, Do bhádar días mac ag duine aáirghe:
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.
The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of your property.’ So he divided his livelihood 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 after, the younger son gathered all of this together and traveled into a far country. There he wasted his property with riotous 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.
When he had spent all of it, there arose a severe famine in 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.
He went and joined himself to one of the citizens of that country, and he 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 wanted to fill his belly with the pods that the pigs ate, but no one gave him any.
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 hired servants of my father’s have bread enough to spare, and I’m dying with 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 will tell him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight.
19 Agus ní fín mé feasda do mhacsa do ghairm dhióm: déana mé mar áon dod luchd thúarasduil.
I am no more 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.
“He arose and came to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was moved with compassion, and ran, 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.
The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight. 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 servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him. 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:
Bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let’s 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.
for this, my son, was dead and is alive again. He was lost and is found.’ Then 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 elder son was in the field. As he came near to the house, he heard music and dancing.
26 Agus ar ngairm aóin do na scarbhfhoghantuibh chuige dhó, dfiáfruidh sé dhe créd iad na neithesi?
He called one of the servants to him and asked what was going on.
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 fattened calf, because he has received him back safe and healthy.’
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. Therefore his father came out and begged 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 he answered his father, ‘Behold, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed a commandment of yours, but you never gave me a 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 your son came, who has devoured your living with prostitutes, you killed the fattened 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.
“He said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine 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 appropriate to celebrate and be glad, for this, your brother, was dead, and is alive again. He was lost, and is found.’”
