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Skeeal beg mychione ny conaantee.
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A short story about the covenantors:
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T’eh er ny screeu mychione ny conaantee; yn sleih va enmyssit shen ayns laghyn yn nah Ree Charles, tra va ny connaantee meelowit dy ooashlagh Jee cordail rish e ghoo liorish yn Ree as e offisheryn, as v’ad eginit dy ooashlagh fud ny sleityn fadane ayns Nalbin as ayns glionteenyn, lesh arreyderyn er ny croink ard, dy chur raaue daue, tra veagh ny sidooryn ry akin.
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It is written about the covenantors, the people called that in the days of Charles the Second, when the covenantors were forbidden to worship God in accordance with his word, by the King and his officers, and they were forced to worship amongst the remote mountains in Scotland and in the glens, with watchmen on the high hills, to give a warning when the soldiers were in view.
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Va cheayrt ec unnane jeh ny meeilteilyn shoh, va eaym er ny choyrt dy row nyn noidyn er gerrey, agh ve neu-phossible daue dy roie er çhea son va’n çhaglym mooar as va ymmodee shenn gheinney as mraane annoon ayn, as dy urriaght boayl va’d veagh ad ayns kiart wheesh dy ghaue, son va ny sidooaryn fegooish ennaghtyn erbee er nyn son as oddagh lane fuill ve er ny gheartey.
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There was an occasion, at one of these meetings, that a call was given that their enemies were near, but it was impossible for them to run away because the meeting was large and there were many feeble old men and women there, and if they were to stay where they were they would be in just as much danger, because the soldiers were without feelings for them at all and a lot of blood could have been spilled.
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Va ooilley yn çheshagh cha feagh as yn baase ayns thullagh, gys ren coraa un dooinney brishey yn shee. V’eh ennmyssit Alexander Peden, as mennick Peden yn Phadeyr Hiarn. Dooyrt eh, “Shoh laa Dty noidyn ta traa as pooar er lowal daue. Cha lhiass daue ve nyn daaue. Agh vel obbyr erbee elley ayds daue, dy yannoo ayns shirveish nyn Mainshter, cur ad geiyrt orroosyn daue tou er churt niart dy hea son ta’n niart ainyn ersooyl, as ta ymmodee Mraane annoon ny vud ain yn laa jiu. Çhyndaa ass mygeayrt yn chlieau, O Hiarn, as ceau scaan jeh your chloagey harrish shenn Sandy as ny reddyn boghtey, as saue shin yn un cheayrt shoh.”
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All the company of people was instantly as quiet as death in an instant, until the voice of one man broke the peace. He was called Alexander Peden, and often Peden the Prophet of the Lord. He said; “This is the day of your enemies, to whom time and power have been allowed. They need not be idle, but do you have any other work for them to do in the service of their Master? Send those chasing them to those to whom you have given the strength to flee, for our strength is gone, and there are many feeble women amongst us today. Return out from around the mountains, O Lord, and cast a shadow from your cloak over old Sandy and the poor things, and save us this one time.”
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Cha row yn padjer scoan as y veeayl, gys ren red yindysagh taghyrt voish ny chooyl, Duchae as Drumglass, ren girree seose myr faarkey dy chay, as ren eh coodagh yn slane çhaglym as cha row unnane jiu fakinit, agh va’d clastyn feiyr greienyn ny sidooryn as coraa ny sidooryn as sheean cassyn cabbyl, agh cha row unnane jeu ry akin, as ayns traa gerrid v’ad ersooyl ass nyn roshtyn, gholl er ny doshagh ayns yn cheay, fegooish geddyn magh yn sleih va cur ooashley da Jee.
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The prayer was hardly out of his mouth before a wonderful thing happened from behind him, Duchae and Drumglass, rose up like an ocean of mist, and it covered the whole gathering, and not one of them was seen, but they were hearing the din of the soldiers weapons and the voice of the soldiers and the sound of the horses’ feet, but not one of them was visible, and in a short time they were away out of their reach, going forward in the fog, without discovering the people who were worshipping God.
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Ta ain ayns shoh co-soylagh jeh kiarailys Yee, ayns ansoor da padjer. Mysh e chairail jeh yn sleih ta credjal ayn. Ren eh coyrt kay mygeayrt y moo myr cloagey as keiltyn ad voish nyn noidyn as niartagh yn credjue oc, ayns e phooar as e ghraih.
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We have in this an allegory for God’s providence in answer to prayer. About his care for the people who believe in him. He put mist around them like a cloak and concealed them from their enemies and strengthened their faith, in his power and his love.
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Nee yn Chiarn livrey adsyn ta ayns feme, tra t’ad geamagh. Yn boght mygeddin, as shen ta fegooish cooney Ba xxxiv.7. Ta Ainle yn Çhiarn combaasal runt mygeayrt y mysh yn sleih ta goaill aggle roish as livrey ad.
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The Lord will deliver those in need when they call. The poor too, and those that are helpless. Ba xxxiv.7. The Angel of the Lord encompasses round about the people who fear him and delivers them.
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