Marcus 15
1 Agus cho luath sa bha mhaduinn ann, chuir na h-ard-shagairt, 's na seannairean 's na Sgriobhaich, 'sa chomhairle uile, an comhairle ri cheile, agus cheangail iad Iosa, agus thug iad leo e, agus liubhair iad e do Philat.
And, straightway, early, when they had made, a council, the High-priest, with the Elders, and Scribes, and all the High-council, binding Jesus, led him away, and delivered him up unto Pilate.
2 Is dh' fharraid Pilat dheth: An tu Righ nan Iudhach? Agus Iosa a freagairt, thuirt e ris: Tha thu ga radh.
And Pilate questioned him—Art, thou, the king of the Jews? And, he, answering him, saith—Thou, sayest.
3 Agus bha na h-ard-shagairt a cur iomadh cuis as a leth.
And the High-priests began to accuse him, of many things.
4 Is dh' fharraid Pilat a rithist dheth, ag radh: Nach toir thu freagairt sam bith? seall a liuthad ni tha iad a cur nad aghaidh.
And, Pilate, again, was questioning him, [saying]—Answerest thou, nothing? See! of how many things, they are accusing thee!
5 Ach cha do fhreagair Iosa tuilleadh, air sheol 's gun do ghabh Pilat ioghnadh.
But, Jesus, no further, answered, anything, so that Pilate began to marvel.
6 A nis air latha na feille b' abhuist dha leigeil mu sgaoil dhaibh aon sam bith dhe na priosanaich, a dh' iarradh iad.
Now, at feast time, he was wont to release unto them one prisoner, whom they were claiming.
7 Agus bha fear ann, dham b'ainm Barabbas, a chuireadh am priosan comhla ri luchd-ceannairc, agus a bha air murt a dhianamh ann an ceannairc.
And there was the so-called Barabbas, with the rebels, bound, even with them who, in the rebellion, had committed, murder.
8 Agus nuair a dhirich an sluagh suas, thosich iad ri iarraidh air, e dheanamh dhaibh mar a chleachd e.
And, going up, the multitude began to be claiming—according as he was wont to do for them.
9 Agus fhreagair Pilat iad, 's thuirt e: An aill leibh gun leig mi as dhuibh righ nan Iudhach?
But, Pilate, answered them, saying—Will ye, I release unto you, the King of the Jews?
10 Oir bha fios aige gum b' ann tromh fharmad a liubhair na h-ard-shagairt seachad e.
For he was getting to know that, for envy, had [the High-priests] delivered him up.
11 Ach bhrosnaich na h-ard-shagairt an sluagh, gun leigeadh e Barabbas mu sgaoil dhaibh mar raghainn.
But, the High-priests, stirred up the multitude, that, rather Barabbas, he should release unto them.
12 Agus fhreagair Pilat a rithist, is thuirt e riutha: Ciod ma ta is aill leibh mi dhianamh ri righ nan Iudhach?
But, Pilate, again answering, was saying unto them—What then shall I do with him whom ye call, the King of the Jews?
13 Ach ghlaodh iad a rithist: Ceus e.
And, they, again, cried out—Crucify him!
14 Is thuirt Pilat riutha: Ciod an t-olc a rinn e? Ach sann is mua ghlaodh iad: Ceus e.
But, Pilate, was saying unto them—Why! what, evil, hath he done? And, they, vehemently, cried out—Crucify him!
15 Agus bho na bha Pilat deonach an sluagh a thoileachadh, leig e Barabbas mu sgaoil dhaibh, 's an deigh Iosa sgiursadh, thug e seachad e, gus a cheusadh.
And Pilate, being minded to do what would satisfy, the multitude, released unto them Barabbas, and delivered up Jesus, having scourged him, that he should be crucified.
16 Ach thug na saighdearan leo e a stigh gu cuairt an uachdrain, (ris an canar am Praetorium), is ghairm iad am buidheann uile.
And, the soldiers, led him away, inside the court, which is a judgment-hall, —and called together the whole band;
17 Agus dh' eid iad e le purpur, 'sa fighe crun dreighinn chuir iad air e.
and they array him in purple, and set upon him, when they have plaited it; a crown of thorns, —
18 Agus thoisich iad air furan a chur air, ag radh: Failt, a righ nan Iudhach.
and began to be saluting him—Joy to thee! King of the Jews!
19 Is bhuail iad a cheann le cuilc; agus thilg iad smugaidean air, 'sa lubadh an glun, thug iad aoradh dha.
and were striking him on the head with a reed, and were spitting at him, —and, bowing their knees, were doing him homage.
20 Agus an deigh dhaibh magadh air, thug iad dheth am purpur, is chuir iad aodach fhein air, agus thug iad leo e gus a cheusadh.
And, when they had mocked him, they put off him, the purple, and put on him, his own garments. And they lead him forth, that they may crucify him.
21 Agus rug iad air fear a bha dol seachad, Simon bho Chirene, athair Alastair agus Rufuis, a bha tighinn as an duthaich, agus thug iad air a chrois a ghiulan.
And they impress a certain passer-by, Simon a Cyrenian, coming from a field, the father of Alexander and Rufus, —that he may carry his cross.
22 Agus thug iad e gu aite ris an canar Golgotha, se sin air eadar-theangachadh, aite Chalbhari.
And they bring him unto the Golgotha place, which is, being translated, Skull-place.
23 Agus thug iad dha ri ol fion measgte le mirr; agus cha do ghabh e e.
And they would have given him, myrrhed wine, —who, however, received it not.
24 Agus air dhaibh a cheusadh, roinn iad aodach, a tilgeadh chrann air, fiach de a gheibheadh gach aon.
And they crucify him, and part asunder his garments, casting a lot upon them—who should have anything.
25 Agus bi an treasamh uair a bh' ann, agus cheus iad e.
And it was the third hour, and they crucified him.
26 'S bha chuis-dhitidh sgriobhte os a chionn: RIGH NAN IUDHACH.
And the inscription of his accusation, had been inscribed—THE KING OF THE JEWS.
27 Agus cheus iad da mheirleach comhla ris, fear air a laimh dheis, is fear air a laimh chli.
And, with him, they crucify, two robbers, one on his right hand, and one on his left.
28 Agus choimhlionadh an sgriobtur, a tha ag radh: Agus bha e air a mheas am measg nan eucorach.
29 Agus thug iadsan a bha dol seachad toibheum dha, a crathadh an cinn, 's ag radh: O thusa, a leagas an teampull, 'sa thogas e rithist ann an tri latha:
And, the passers-by, were reviling him, shaking their heads, and saying—Aha! thou who wast pulling down the shrine, and building one in three days!
30 Teasraig thu fhein agus thig a nuas bhon chrois.
Save thyself, —coming down from the cross.
31 Mar an ciadna bha na h-ard-shagairt a magadh air, agus maille ris na Sgriobhaich a cantuinn ri cheile: Shabhail e feadhainn eile, e fhein chan urrainn e shabhaladh.
Likewise, the High-priests also, mocking one to another, with the Scribes, were saying—Others, he saved, himself, he cannot save!
32 Thigeadh Criosda righ Israil a nuas a nis bhon chrois, chum gum faic agus gun creid sinn. Is rinn iadsan, a cheusadh maille ris, taire air.
The Christ, the King of Israel—let him come down now from the cross, that we may see and believe. And, they who had been crucified with him, were casting it in his teeth.
33 'S nuair a thainig an t-siathamh uair, bha dorchadas air an talamh gus an naoitheamh uair.
And, when it was the sixth hour, darkness, came on all the land—until the ninth hour;
34 Agus aig an naoitheamh uair dh' eigh Iosa le guth ard, ag radh: Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabacthani? se sin air eadar-theangachadh: Mo Dhia, mo Dhia, carson a threig thu mi?
and, at the ninth hour, Jesus, uttered a cry, with a loud voice—Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthanei? which is, being translated—My God! [My God!] to what end, didst thou forsake me?
35 Agus thuirt cuid den fheadhainn a bha 'nan seasamh mun cuairt, nuair a chual iad e: Seall, tha e gairm Eliais.
And, some of the by-standers, having heard, were saying—See! Elijah, he calleth!
36 Agus ruith fear, 'sa lionadh spuing le fion-geur, s ga cur air cuilc thug e dha ri ol ag radh: Leigibh leam, faicemid an tig Elias gus a thoirt a nuas.
And one, running, filled a sponge with vinegar, and, putting it about a reed, was giving him to drink, saying—Stay! let us see whether Elijah is coming, to take him down!
37 Agus Iosa ag eigheach le guth ard, thug e suas an anail.
But, Jesus, sending out a loud voice, ceased to breathe.
38 Agus sthracadh brat an teampuill na dha leth bho bhraighe gu iochdar.
And, the veil of the Temple, was rent into two, from top to bottom.
39 Agus nuair a chunnaic an ceannard-ciad, a bha 'na sheasamh mu choinneamh, gun do dh'eug e ag eigheach mar sin, thuirt e: Gu firinneach b'e an duine so Mac Dhe.
Now the centurion, who was standing near, out over against him, seeing, that, thus, he ceased to breathe, said—Truly, this man, was God’s son!
40 Agus bha boirionnaich cuideachd a coimhead air na thachair ach fad as: nam measg bha Mairi Magdalen, agus Mairi mathair Sheumais is lugha is Ioseiph, agus Salome:
And there were, women also, from afar, looking on, —among whom were both Mary the Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the Little and Joses, and Salome;
41 A lean e nuair a bha e ann an Galile, 'sa fhreasdail air, agus moran bhoirionnach eile, a bh' air direadh gu Ierusalem maille ris.
who, when he was in Galilee, used to follow him, and minister unto him, —and many other women, who had come up with him unto Jerusalem.
42 'S nuair thainig am feasgar, a chionn gum be an t-uidheamachadh a bh' ann, se sin an latha romh 'n t-sabaid,
And evening, already, having begun, since it was a preparation, that is, the eve of a Sabbath,
43 Thainig Ioseph bho Arimatea, comhairleach urramach, aig an robh suil e fhein ri rioghachd Dhe, is chaidh e stigh gu dana go Pilat, agus dh' iarr e corp Iosa.
Joseph of Arimathaea, a noble counsellor, who, also himself, was awaiting the kingdom of God, came; and, venturing, went in unto Pilate, and claimed the body of Jesus.
44 'S bha ioghnadh air Pilat gun robh e cheana marbh. 'Sa gairm a cheannaird-chiad, dh' fharraid e dheth an robh e cheana marbh.
But, Pilate, wondered whether, already, he was dead; and, calling near the centurion, questioned him—whether he had, already, died.
45 'S nuair fhuair e fios bhon cheannard-chiad, thug e an corp do Ioseph.
And, getting to know from the centurion, he presented the corpse unto Joseph.
46 Agus cheannaich Ioseph lion-anart, 's ga thoirt a nuas, shuain e san lion-anart e, agus chuir e ann an uaigh e, a bh' air a gearradh as a chraig, agus charaich e clach gu dorus na h-uaighe.
And, buying a fine Indian cloth, he took him down, and wrapped him about with the cloth, and laid him in a tomb, which had been hewn out of a rock, —and rolled near a stone upon the door of the tomb.
47 'S bha Mairi Magdalen agus Mairi mathair Ioseiph a gabhail beachd caite an do chuireadh e.
Now, Mary the Magdalene, and Mary the mother of Joses, were viewing how he had been laid.
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