Am bechod Dduw pan gospech ddyn

Am bechod, Dduw, pan gospech ddyn,
Yn fuan gwywa'r hardda'i lun;
  Fel gwyfyn dattod wnai ei bryd,
  Díau mai gwagedd ŷm i gyd.

O gwrando'm gweddi, clyw fy llef,
A gwêl fy nagrau hallt o'r nef;
  Ymdeithydd ydwyf gyda thi,
  Ac alltud fel fy nhadau cu.

O paid â mi, gâd im' gryfhâu
Cyn darfod dyddiau 'mywyd brau;
  A rho i mi,
      sy 'mron fy medd,
  Drugaredd, Arglwydd, gras a hedd.

For sin, God, when you punish man,
Soon marring the beauty of his appearance;
  Like a released moth he made his mind,
  Doubtless that vanity are we all.

O listen to my prayer, hear my cry,
and see my salt tears from heaven;
  A traveller I am with thee,
  And a foreigner like my dear father.

O leave me alone, let me grow stronger
Before the days of my fragile life expire;
  And give to me,
      who am almost in my grave,
  Mercy, Lord, grace and peace.

11 For when thou chast'nest man for sin
     thou mak'st his beauty fade,
   (So vain a thing is he,) like cloth
      by fretting moths decayed.

12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,
     and listen to my pray'r;
   Who sojourn like a stranger here,
     as all my fathers were.

13 O spare me yet a little time,
     my wasted strength restore;
   Before I vanish
       quite from hence,
     and shall be seen no more.