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back of the head

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back of the head kil-penn
back of the head kil-penn

back of the head; poll kil nape
kil penn, kilow penn (hanow gorow)

(hkg.) back of the head; poll-kil nape
kil-penn, kilow-penn

back log of fire penn tan back of the head kil penn back out defowtya backpack
sagh keyn back to, go amserya back up daswitha

back of the head; poll-kil nape
kil-penn, kilow-penn [hanow kadarn gorow]

back-log of fire penn-tan back of the head kil-penn back out defowtya backpack
(n.) sagh-keyn back to, go amserya back up daswitha

head, back of the kil-penn
head, back of the kil-penn

So, I covered my head with my clothes but, sure enough, within a minute I had a growling, snarling fur-ball attached (by very sharp claws) to the back of my head. By employing, once again, the ‘mother-cat’ hold, I managed to peel it off without incurring too much disapproval from the ‘owners’ of this charming ‘pet’ but I didn’t sleep another wink that night.
Ytho, my a worheras ow fenn gans ow dillas ha, sur lowr, wosa unn vynnysenn, yth esa pel-vilwlew, ow-grommya hag ow teskerni, stagys (gans ewines pur dynn) dhe geyn ow fenn. Dre dhevnydh, unnweyth arta, a’n ‘avel mamm-gath’, my a ylli hy diruska dhiworthiv heb omgemmeres re angommendyans an ‘berghennow’ a’n ‘enyval dov’ ma – byttegyns, ny yllen na fella koska mann an nos na.

Grandfather was a small man, thin but strong, with blue, bright eyes. He always wore a cap (he was bald, and there was a dent in the back of his head where a horse had kicked him when he was a young man) and big black boots.
Den byghan o an tas gwynn, tanow mes krev, gans dewlagas glas ha golow. Pub prys, ev a wiska kappa (blogh o ev, hag yth esa brall yn y gilbenn, le ma’n potsa margh pan o ev yonker) ha botas du bras.

‘He wandered in loneliness, weeping a little for the hardness of the world, and he journeyed up the River, till he came to a stream that flowed down from the mountains, and he went that way. He caught fish in deep pools with invisible fingers and ate them raw. One day it was very hot, and as he was bending over a pool, he felt a burning on the back of his head) and a dazzling light from the water pained his wet eyes. He wondered at it, for he had almost forgotten about the Sun. Then for the last time he looked up and shook his fist at her.
Ev a wandras yn unnselder, owth oelya nebes dres garowder an bys, hag ev a vyajyas war-vann an Avon, bys yn ev dhe gavoes gover a veras war-nans diworth an menydhyow, hag ev a’n holyas. Ev a gachyas puskes yn pollow down gans bysyow anweladow, hag ev a’s dhybris kriv. Unn jydh, pur boeth o an gewer. Pan blegyas ev dres poll, ev a omglywas losk a-dhelergh y benn, ha golow ow tala a dhastewynnyas diworth an dowr, ow kul payn dh’y dhewlagas glyb. Ev a ombrederas orto, drefenn namnag ev dhe ankovhe yn kever an howl. Ytho, dhe’n diwettha prys, ev a welas yn-bann orto ha shakya y dhorn orto.’

Peter on the one side drew out a sword and cut off the ear of one of them close to the head. christ set the ear completely back in its place and restored it very comfortably, as handsomely as it had been.
peder a'n eyl tenewen yn-mes a dennas kledha hag a droghas ryb an penn skovarn onan anedha krist a settyas yn tien an skovarn arta dhe dre hag a'n dyghtyas pur lowen maga teg dell re bia

back n. keyn m. -ow Lh., BMS, PNs; or nape kil m. -yer Lh., PN, WP+; nuk m. BM; pfx. kil-; SPORT position keyner m., pl. keynoryon; keynores f. -ow; reverse gorthenep m. -ebow BK; the b. of the head kil a'n pedn; b. of the hand keyn an dorn; b. of neck, nape poll kil m. -ow kil; strong-backed, high-bd, big-backed keynek; phr. on your b. (of garment) a-dro's keyn; with his b. turned ha treylyes y geyn NB
back n. keyn m. -ow Lh., BMS, PNs; or nape kil m. -yer Lh., PN, WP+; nuk m. BM; pfx. kil-; SPORT position keyner m., pl. keynoryon; keynores f. -ow; reverse gorthenep m. -ebow BK; the b. of the head kil a'n pedn; b. of the hand keyn an dorn; b. of neck, nape poll kil m. -ow kil; strong-backed, high-bd, big-backed keynek; phr. on your b. (of garment) a-dro's keyn; with his b. turned ha treylyes y geyn NB

Head towards St Austells’s new shopping centre; White River Place which comprises of two squares, giving views over the surrounding countryside and back to the old town with its church tower peeking over the roof tops.
Ewgh troha kresen brenassa nowydh S. Austel, Plas Dowr an Wynnik a gompreghend dew beswarkorn hag a re gwelyow dres an powdir a-dro, ha dehweles dhe’n dre goth gans tour hy eglos usi ow kyki a-ugh pennow an tohow.

Head towards St Austells’s new shopping centre; White River Place which comprises of two squares, giving views over the surrounding countryside and back to the old town with its church tower peeking over the roof tops.
Ewgh troha kresen-brenassa nowydh S. Austel, Plas Dowr an Wynnik a gomprehend dew beswarkorn hag a re gwelyow dres an powdir a-dro, ha dehweles dhe’n dre goth gans tour hy eglos usi ow kyki a-ugh pennow an tohow.

I turned to her, shook my head and yelled: “Close the fuckin’ door. You’re letting the flies in!” Unseen hands swiftly closed the doors. I had intended to explain about Paul and Charles – bitten but recovered, apparently – but there was simply no time. They would have to make their own explanations. Well, at least everyone in the Baillieu would now eat for the first time in many days. That thought gave me some pleasure. However, David had other thoughts. Mission accomplished, he was heading back to the charnel house, the basement of the Union building. He had already left the scene of our humanitarian triumph and was trudging Northwards to his now favourite place. I had no choice but to follow – unless I wished to stay and be devoured by his mates whilst unaccompanied. Union House it was, then!
My a omdreylyas dhedhi ha shakya ow fenn. My a grias: “Gwra degys an daras euthyk. Ty a wra gasa an kelyon a-ji!” Uskis, dornow anweladow a degeas an darasow. My a vynnsa displegya materow a-dro dhe Bowl ha Charles – brethys mes omwellhes, yn apert – mes nyns esa yn sempel termyn vyth rag henna. Res via dhedha gul aga displegyansow aga honan. Wel, dhe’n lyha, pub huni y’n Baillieu a dhyb’sa lemmyn – an kynsa gweyth wosa lies dydh. An tybyans na a ros dhymm nebes plesour. Byttegyns, yth esa tybyansow erell dhe Dhavydh. Y gannaseth gwrys, yth esa ow kerdhes heb lett wor’tu ha’n chi mernans, selder an drehevyans Kesunyans. Ev re assa seulabrys le agan gormola dengerensek ha travalya dhe’n gledhbarth, troha’n le y moyha faverys. Nyns esa dhymm dewis vyth a-der y sywya – marnas y fynnen triga rag bos dybrys yn tien gans y sos ha my angeveylyes. Ytho, dhe’n Chi Kesunyans!

I realised immediately that I’d been overly optimistic – I had thought he might remember, in the deep recesses of his ‘mind’ that he had once been the family’s resident card-sharp. Apparently not – poker was out of the question. Maybe ‘snap’? No, I thought, I would start at an even more basic level than that – just as you would start with a small child. I would spread the cards out in front of him, grouping them in their suits and lining them up according to their numbers and images. Did David still have the capacity for pattern recognition with his degraded sight and his degraded mind? David and I sat cross-legged on the floor, facing each other in the semi- darkness of the crypt. He seemed to be watching me carefully as I lay out the four rows of cards in front of him: all the diamonds, all the hearts, all the spades and all the clubs in numerical order. What did he see? I sat silently as he seemed to move his head slowly in order to scan across the rows of cards – and back again. He started to make little grunting noises and then, with a roar and a violent sweep of his hand, scattered the deck across the floor. He put his face up close to mine and roared angrily once more – and then retreated to his makeshift bed and turned his back on me. “That went well,” I thought to myself, believing the opposite. I remained seated (and stunned) on the floor – but, within a short time, started to reconsider what had just happened. “If the cards truly meant nothing to him,” I wondered, “why the sudden display of anger?” Why the pointed retreat from me? That was not mere boredom or irritation. Had the cards triggered some painful memory? Was he suddenly aware of what he had now lost? I would have to wait and see. I was not going to get any more out of him today.
My a grysi a-dhistowgh ow bos re leun a waytyans. Y kryssen y hallsa perthi kov, y’n kilyer down a’y ‘vrys’, a’y vos kyns toellor-kartennow an teylu. Yn apert, nyns o hemma an kas. Nyns o possybyl ev dhe wari poeker. ‘Snap’, martesen? Na, a brederis vy, my a dhallathsen an gwari war nivel selvenel dres eghenn – kepar dell dhallathsen gwari gans fleghik: ow lesa an kartennow a-dheragdho hag ow kul bagasow anedha yn linennow herwydh aga sewtys, aga niverow ha’ga imajys. Esa hwath dhe Dhavydh galloes aswonn patronyow yn despit dh’y wolok dhiredhyes hag yn despit dh’y vrys diredhyes? Yth esen ni a’gan esedh war an leur, krowsegys agan diwarr ha’gan fasow an eyl orth y gila yn hanter-tewlder an gleudhgell. Yth heveli y vos ow mires orthymm ha my gorrys a-dheragdho peder res a gartennow: oll an adamantys, oll an kolonnow, oll an palyow hag oll an mullion – yn aray niverek. Pyth esa ow kweles? Yth esen a’m esedh, didros, hag ev hevelys gwaya y benn yn lent rag arhwilas a-dreus an resyow kartennow – dhe’n barth dyghow hag ena dhe’n barth kledh. Ev a wrug nebes roghigow hag ena, meur y vedhyglans, skattrys an kartennow war an leur gans skuberyans freudhek y dhorn. Bejeth ogas dhe vejeth, ev a vedhyglas yn serrys unnweyth arta – ha kildenna dh’y weli servadow ha treylya y geyn er ow bynn. “Henn eth yn ta,” a brederis vy, ow krysi kontrari. My a drigas a’m esedh war an leur, basys yn tien – byttegyns, wosa pols, my a dhallathas ombrederis a-dro dhe byth re hwarsa lemmyn. “Mar ny styrya an kartennow yn hwir mann dhodho,” a omwovynnis vy, “prag y hwrug a-dhesempis diskwedhyans a sorr a’n par na?” Prag y hwrug kildennans serth a’n par na dhiworthiv vy? Nyns o henna annians hepken po sorrvann. Martesen, an kartennow re sordsa kov ankensi. Martesen, ev a gonvedhsa a- dhesempis pyth re gollsa lemmyn. Res o dhymm gortos an gorthybow. Nyns esa moy bos dyskys dhiworto hedhyw.

While David loitered at the base of the tower, I lay on the uncovered platform – flat on my stomach to avoid being seen – and observed the road. I knew that, for obvious reasons, Captain Mengele could not let us go so easily – and I could not be entirely sure that the Sergeant, upon returning to the base, would not have been forced to divulge what he knew about where he had taken us. After all, he had risked a great deal simply to free us and could not be expected to put his very life on the line for us. (“Aiding the enemy during time of war” was still a capital offence at that time. It was still the firing squad for that sort of thing.) In any event, with about an hour of daylight left, I observed a convoy of, maybe, fifteen vehicles streaming out of the base and coming along the road to Scrub Hill. It must have taken all day to organise such a large search party and this, to my mind, confirmed that Captain Mengele did indeed want us back – or maybe just destroyed. So, the search was on. No problem. We could retreat to our bunker (our own personal ‘Helm’s Deep’?) whenever we chose – there was no rush. I continued to observe the convoy for a time. As it got closer, and I could observe the individual vehicles, I saw the entire convoy slow at a point in the road which was not far away. The leading jeep had broken down and the driver had simply waved the rest of the convoy on. So, it continued to pass him as he lifted the hood of his jeep. A cloud of steam rose immediately. Radiator problems, I guessed. If so, the driver would merely have to wait until the engine cooled sufficiently – and then refill the radiator with water from the jerry can that hung from the back of the vehicle. (One never refills a boiled-dry radiator straight away in case the red-hot engine-head cracks from the sudden change in temperature. Thermal shock, it’s called. That sort of damage cannot be fixed while the vehicle is still on the road. It’s a tow-away – and expensive – job when it happens. Does this sound like the voice of experience? Pass.) So, it was simple – just wait half an hour or so and the vehicle could limp back to base for repairs or catch up with the search convoy (assuming, as I did, that it was not going much further anyway.)
Ha Davydh gwandrys oll a-dro dhe ven an tour, yth esen a’m gorwedh war an vynk – plattyes war ow kloes-diwvronn rag avoydya ow bos gwelys. Yth esen ow mires orth an fordh heb hedhi. Drefenn resons apert, my a wodhya na allsa Kapten Mengele agan gasa mos mar es – ha, dres henna, ny yllyn bos sertan yn tien, hag ev dehwelys dhe’n selva, nag o an Serjont konstrynyes dhe dhisklosya an pyth a wodhya a-dro dhe’n le may fien lywyes. Wosa all, peryllus dres eghenn re via y wriansow pan wrussa agan livra. Ny yllys y waytya ri dhyn ynwedh y veri bywnans. (“Gweres an eskar dres termyn a vresel” o hwath trespas kapytal y’n dydhyow na. Mernans dre vaghas sether rag trespas a’n par na.) Yn neb kas, y remaynya ogas dhe’n our kyns gorthugher pan verkyis rew kertys hag ynno pymthek karr oll anedha ow tos yn-mes an selva a-hys an fordh dhe Vre an Krann. Yn apert, res via oll an jydh rag kuntell warbarth bagas- hwithrans a’n par na ha braster an bagas ma a gonfirmyas dhymm Kapten Mengele dhe vynnes yn feur agan dasgemmeres. Po, martesen, ev a vynna yn sempel agan distruyans. Yndellna, y tallathsa an hwithrans. Kudynnyow vytholl. Y hyllyn kildenna dh’agan dorgell (agan ‘Downder Helm’?) byth pan dhewissen y wul – nyns esa fysk vyth. My a besya observya an rew kertys dres termyn hir lowr. Hag ev neshes, hag ytho y hyllyn gweles yn kler pub karr, an rew dien a dhallathas lenthe war le an fordh nag esa pell a-ves. An kynsa jip re dorrsa hag ytho an lywyer anodho a wevyas dhe oll an re erell dhe besya mos y’n fordh. Yn hwir, an kerri erell a’n tremenas hag ev drehevys kogh an karr. Kommolenn a ethenn a sevis a-dhistowgh. Kudynnyow gans an dhewynnell, dell grysis. Mars o henna yndella, nyns o res dhe’n lywyer marnas y waytyans bys pan vyg’sa lowr an jynn – hag ena daslenwel an dhewynnell gans dowr dhiworth kanna meur esa ow kregi a-dhelergh an jip. Ny yllir lenwel dewynnell sygh a-dhesempis rag own dhe derri an penn-jynn der chanj tynn dh’y dempredh. Jag thermal yw henwys. Ny yllir ewnhe damaj a’n par ma ha’n karr hwath war fordh. Res yw y gemmeres dhe-ves – oberenn ker yw pan hwyrvydh. Yw henna lev-berthyans? Ny lavarav travyth.) Ytho, sempel o – res o gortos ogas dhe hanter-our ha, wosa henna, an karr a allsa dehweles dhe’n selva yn unn gloppya po mos rag drehehdhes an rew kertys. (Yth esen ow tesevos na alsa nameur pella a-hys an fordh, yn neb kas.)

As we walked down the stairs into what had become a fetid pit, a cat greeted us. When I say ‘greeted’, that is a relative term. Actually, it hissed loudly at me and then growled deeply, with real menace. I was definitely not welcome down there as far as it was concerned. Apparently, it could tell the difference between me and the other residents. It liked them. It didn’t like me. How curious. As I tried to ease my way down the stairs, passing the small, hissing fury, its eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers and its ears flattened back onto its head. It repeated its hiss of warning. “Fuck off, puss!” I said, in a friendly tone. Apparently, it didn’t like bad language because, with that, it reared up on its hind legs and made a standing vertical leap for my face. I weaved backwards and, in any event, it didn’t quite reach the height of my face but, as it dropped back to the ground, it caught its claws in my thigh and clung there. Naturally, it also sank its teeth into my flesh as hard as it could and, muffled by its mouthful, growled menacingly. There was pain, considerable pain. One or two of the assembled zombies made noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter. (Do zombies have a sense of humour? If so, I didn’t think much of it.) I grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and peeled it off my leg – there was an audible sound of my skin tearing, ever so slightly, beneath my jeans. I held the cat before my eyes – it was still growling and spitting but temporarily immobilised by the same ‘hold’ that its mother had once used on it when it was a kitten. I shaped to hurl the little monster far away from me – but, as I did so, I noticed the zombies, as one, abruptly stared at me. So, I stopped mid-throw. Did these zombies really care what I did with an apparently feral – and certainly out of control – cat?
Ha ni diyskynnys an wrisfordh dhe le may tothya ha bos lemmyn poll flerys, y’gan dhynnerghis kath. Pan lavarav ‘dynnerghis’, nyns yw an ger poran ewn. Yn hwir, an gath a sias yn ughel orthymm – hag ena ev a wrommyas yn town, gans godros gwir. Herwydh an gath, nyns en vy wolkomm vytholl. Yn apert, hi a aswonni an dyffrans yntredhov ha’n trigoryon erell. Hi a’s kara. Ny’m kara hi. Ass o henna koynt. Ha my besyes diyskynna an wrisfordh, ow tremena an gonnar vyghan ow sia, hy dewlagas a ledanhes a-dhesempis dhe vraster an padelligow ha’y diwskovarn a omblattyes erbynn hy fenn. Hi a dhassias hy gwarnyans. “Ke dhe-ves, kathik!” yn-medhav vy – po, dhe’n lyha, nebes geryow haval. Yn apert, nyns o da gensi an geryow ma drefenn, a-dhistowgh, hi dhe omdhrehevel war hy threys a-dhelergh ha gul lamm plommwedhek wor’tu ha’m fas. My a wayas yn uskis war-dhelergh ha, yn neb kas, ny ylli hi drehedhes ughelder ow fas mes, ha hi koedhys dhe’n leur, hy ewines a veu kachyes y’m mordhos - ha’n gath a lena ena. Heb mar, hi a sedhas keffrys hy dyns kalessa galla y’m esker ha, kudhys hy son gans hy ganowas, pesya grommya yn godros. Yth esa payn – meur a bayn. Onan po dew yntra’n zombis a wrug sonyow a heveli bos kepar ha hwerthinva. (Eus syns a dhidhan dhe’n zombis? Mars o yndella, ny’n keren meur.) My a settyas dalghenn war an gath der kil hy honna ha’y diruska dhiworth ow esker – yth esa son poran klywadow a’m kroghen ow skwardya yn-dann ow jins. My a synsis an gath a-dherag ow dewlagas – yth esa hwath ow krommya hag ow sia mes my re’s gwrussa anwayadow dres pols gans an keth ‘gavel’ re wrussa hy mamm devnydh anedhi pan o kathik. My a dhredhedhis ow leuv rag tewlel an euthvil byghan yn pellder dhiworthiv vy – mes, ha my gwrys yndella – my a verkyas an zombis, warbarth oll, dhe lagatta orthiv a-dhistowgh. Ytho, my a veu stoppyes gansa yn hanter-towl. Esa bern yn hwir dhe’n zombis ma a-dro dhe byth a wrussen vy gans kath gwyls (yn apert), kath dres rewl? 41

It was still fairly early by the sun, something between nine and ten, and the hobbits turned their minds to food. Their last meal had been lunch beside the standing stone the day before. They breakfasted now off the remainder of Tom's provisions, meant for their supper, with additions that Tom had brought with him. It was not a large meal (considering hobbits and the circumstances), but they felt much better for it. While they were eating Tom went up to the mound, and looked through the treasures. Most of these he made into a pile that glistened and sparkled on the grass. He bade them lie there 'free to all finders, birds, beasts. Elves or Men, and all kindly creatures'; for so the spell of the mound should be broken and scattered and no Wight ever come back to it. He chose for himself from the pile a brooch set with blue stones, many-shaded like flax-flowers or the wings of blue butterflies. He looked long at it, as if stirred by some memory, shaking his head, and saying at last:
Nebes a-varr o hwath herwydh an howl, ynter naw ha deg eur, hag an hobatow a dreylyas aga brys dhe voes. Aga diwettha boes re beu li dybrys ryb an menhir dhe’n jydh kyns. I a wrug hansel lemmyn gans an pyth o gesys a’ga boes a-dhiworth Tom, gwithys yn hwir rag aga soper, gans nebes boes esa gans Tom. Nyns o boes bras (herwydh hobatow ha studh an jydh), mes i a omglywas gwellhes yn feur dredho. Hag i dhe dhybri Tom eth dhe’n krug ha hiwlas yn mysk an tresoryow. Ev a wrug bern a’n brassa rann anedha a splannas war an wels. Ev a bysis orta gorwedha ena ‘heb kost dhe drovoryon oll, ydhyn, bestes, Elfow ha Gwer, ha kroaduryon kuv oll’; rag yndella, husenn an krug a via terrys ha keskerys ha ny dhehwelsa nevra Tarosvann dhodho. Ev a dhewisis brocha a-dhiworth an bern ragdho y honan, settys gans meyn glas a liwyow divers, haval orth po bleujennow-lin po eskell tykkies-duw glas. Ev a viras orto dre dermyn hir, haval dhe vos movys gans neb kov, ow shakya y benn, ha leverel wor’tiwedh:

Actually, although the entrance was badly collapsed and barely passable (Boofa and Chooka had real trouble squeezing through) the walls of the tunnel seemed to be in surprisingly good shape. The wooden props had clearly rotted out and many of them lay about on the floor of the tunnel in a random fashion – but the walls themselves showed little sign of crumbling. The cool, damp rock seemed pretty firm. We wandered about for a while – one of the ‘mummy’s boys’ had a panic attack and, I confess, I felt first touch of claustrophobia, too. But I was okay and, after half an hour or so, before we actually lost anyone in what turned out to be more of a labyrinth than a mere tunnel, the squad emerged back into the daylight to resume our pointless wanderings. Had I ever intended to go back? No, but that’s where David and I were now headed. I had estimated it would take David and me approximately an hour to find the tunnel. That was how long it had taken my squad to march out of the bush once my squad’s ‘rescuers’ had arrived. But they, unlike me, had known what they were doing. So, this time round, it ended up taking a little longer than I had expected. By midday next day, I was exhausted, having been stumbling about in the bush for hours and, apparently, no closer to our goal. I sat down on the hard earth and wept a little. (Okay! I was fuckin’ tired and still pretty sick! Don’t forget that I could barely walk when I’d been picked up at the infirmary and the adrenalin rush was, by this time, long gone.) David was moaning – of course. I fell asleep in the sun – but, on this occasion (unlike my unplanned snooze in the Castlemaine Gardens), it did not lead to dire consequences. I’d say it was an hour or so later when I awoke. I could hear David groaning – not a surprise – but it was in the distance and now there was an urgency about his groaning. I followed the groaning for, maybe, two hundred metres up the hill upon which I had been sleeping. David was standing (in triumph?) at the mouth of the tunnel, grinning and roaring.
Yn hwir, kynth o an porth fyllys yn tien ha namna yllyn ni y dremena, (y fia meur a galetter dhe Boofa ha dhe Chooka kyns i dhe alloes omstroetha rag entra ynno) yth o gwallow an bal yn shap marthys da. Yn kler, an jistys o leythys yn tien hag yth esa meur anedha ow gorwedha hwymm-hwamm oll a-dro war leur an gowfordh. Byttegyns, nyns esa sin vyth, po ogas, a vrywans y’n gwallow aga honan. Yth heveli bos poran krev an karn yeyn ha glyb. Ni a wandras oll a-dro dres termyn nebes hir – onan yntra’n ‘vebyon-vammik’ eth ha bos ownekhes ha, dres henna, my a omglywas ynwedh tamm a glosown. Mes da lowr en ha, wosa neb hanter-our ha kyns o kellys nebonan y’n milhentall ma (yn hwir nyns o kowfordh sempel), y tehwelas an para dhe’n golow dydh rag dasdhalleth agan gwandransow heb amkan y’n gwylvos. A bredersen vy kyns dhe dhehweles ena? Na bredersen. Byttegyns, lemmyn ow amkan o. Y kryssen y fia edhomm dhymm ha dhe Dhavydh ogas dhe’n our rag kavoes an gowfordh. Henn re via an termyn re via res dhe’m para rag kerdhes yn-mes an gwylvos wosa agan ‘sawyoryon’ dhe dhos. Byttegyns, i re wodhvia pyth esens ow kul – dihaval dhyn ni. Ytho, an prys ma, res o dhyn termyn nebes hirra ages dell waytsen. Hanter-dydh, an nessa dydh, spenys en vy wosa agan trebuchyans der an gwylvos dres lies our. Nyns esen nes vyth dh’agan amkan. My a esedhas war an leur kales hag oela nebes. (Da lowr! Euthyk skwith en ha hwath poran klav! Na wra ankevi namna yllyn kerdhes pan wrussen gasa an vedhegva – ha, dres henna, y hedhsa an adrenalyn resek y’m korf nans o termyn hir.) Yth esa Davydh ow kyni – heb mar. My a goedhas yn kosk yn-dann an howlsplann. Byttegyns, an prys ma (dihaval dhe’m kosk andowlys yn Lowarthow Kastelmayn), nyns esa sywyansow euthyk. My a goskas dres our, po ogas, dell grysav, hag y hyllyn klywes hwath kynyans Davydh – nag o marth – mes yth esa neb mall dh’y gynyans lemmyn. My a sywyas an kynyans ma dre bellder a dhew gans meter ha my kerdhys war- vann an vre may fien yn kosk. Yth esa Davydh ow sevel (meur y wormola?) ogas dhe borth an gowfordh. Yth esa ow minhwerthin, ow vedhygla.

As he lay there, thinking and getting a hold of himself, he noticed all at once that the darkness was slowly giving way: a pale greenish light was growing round him. It did not at first show him what kind of a place he was in, for the light seemed to be coming out of himself, and from the floor beside him, and had not yet reached the roof or wall. He turned, and there in the cold glow he saw lying beside him Sam, Pippin, and Merry. They were on their backs, and their faces looked deathly pale; and they were clad in white. About them lay many treasures, of gold maybe, though in that light they looked cold and unlovely. On their heads were circlets, gold chains were about their waists, and on their fingers were many rings. Swords lay by their sides, and shields were at their feet. But across their three necks lay one long naked sword.
Hag ev dhe worwedha, ow tybi hag owth omgrevhe, ev a welas an tewlder dhe lehe yn lent: yth esa golow gwyrdh disliw ow tevi oll a-dro dhodho. Ny wrug diskwedhes orto hwath py par tyller mayth esa ev ynni, drefenn an golow dhe dhos a-dhiworto y honan, ha diworth an leur rybdho, ha ny wrug drehedhes hwath an nen po an fos. Ev a dreylyas ha gweles dre’n golow yeyn Sam, Pypyn ha Merri ow korwedha rybdho. Yth esens i orth aga heyn, ha golok aga fas o disliw haval orth ankow; hag omwiskys yn gwisk gwynn ens i. Oll a-dro dhedha yth esa tresorys pals orth aga gorwedha, gwrys a owr martesen, kynth o yeyn hag anhweg aga golok dre’n golow na. Dh’aga fenn yth esa kylghynnow, yth esa kadonyow a owr a-dro dh’aga kres, ha dh’aga bysyes yth esa bysowyer pals. Kledhedhyow a worwedhas rybdha hag yth esa skoesow dh’aga diwdroes. Mes, a-dreus aga honna, yth esa ow korwedha kledha hir noeth.

The Cornish Pirates v. Doncaster Knights - For this first game of 2023, it was a start for centre Garyn Smith, following a long-term injury. Although heavy rain in the morning left the field slippery and heavy, together with a strong wind, an entertaining match was expected. Doncaster were the first to score when their Nr. 9 converted a penalty kick in front of the posts after 3 minutes. The Pirates responded almost immediately when they scored a try following a catch and drive move. Harry Bazalgette was unable to convert because of the awkward wind – 5-3. Play was from end to end without either team putting further points on the board. However, after 26 minutes The Knights gave away a penalty in front of the posts and Bazalgette made no mistake with his kick. It seemed as though The Pirates would leave the field at half-time still leading 8-3, but a couple of stoppages through injury to Cory Teague and Will Britten – with Cory leaving the field for a Head Injury Assessment, Doncaster were able to get the next score through an unconverted try to level the scores at 8-8 at half-time. The second half Doncaster played with the wind at their backs and from the restart they tried to take advantage of this, but The Pirates’ defence dealt perfectly with every dangerous probing kick which was sent to them. Without a score still this half, at 52 minutes, the Doncaster hooker was shown a yellow card and this proved to be the turning point in this game for The Pirates. They scored almost immediately after this card through a try by Tommy Wyatt and converted by Bazalgette, and five minutes later, Tom Kessel collected the ball and running around the blind side of the ruck, crossed the line for The Pirates’ third try. Bazalgette hit the post with his conversion attempt. Then, with Bazalgette kicking a penalty on 68 minutes, The Pirates were leading 23-8. Three minutes later, The Pirates gave away a penalty in front of the posts but Doncaster opted for a kick to the corner, which led to a catch and drive try, which they converted. However, The Pirates sealed the win with two further tries on 75 and 78 minutes through Rusi Tuima and Tommy Wyatt, with Arwel Robson converting both. Final score, The Cornish Pirates 37, Doncaster Knights 15.
Rag an kensa gam ma a 2023, yth o dalleth rag kreswas Garyn Smith yn udn sewya brewys hir-dermyn. Kyn whrussa glaw poos an myttin gasa an park slynkek ha poos, warbarth gans gwyns crev, fyt dydhanus a ve desevys. Cardhana o an kensa dhe scorya pan wrug aga Nr. 9 treylyes pot spal a-dherag an peulyow woja 3 mynysen. An Vorladron a worthebis ogas ha dhystough pan wrussons y scorya assay yn udn sewya movyans cachya ha lewya. Ny alja Harry Bazalgette treylya der an gwyns cledhek – 5-3. Gwary o a bedn dhe bedn heb udn para po y gila gorra poyntyow pella war an bord. Byttegyns, woja 26 mynysen An Varrogyon a ros dhe-ves spal a-dherag an peulyow ha ny wrug Bazalgette fyllel gans y bot. Y hevely y wrussa An Vorladron gasa an park dhe hanter-termyn whath ow ledya 8-3, mes copel a lestyansow dre vrewyow dhe Cory Teague ha Will Britten – gans Cory ow casa an park rag Brew Pedn Arvreusyans, Cardhana a alja cavos an nessa scor der assay andrelyes dhe egwalhe an scoryow dhe 8-8 orth hanter-termyn. An nessa hanter, Cardhana a waryas gans an gwyns war aga lergh ha dhyworth an dastalleth y a assayas kemeres prow a hebma, mes defens an Vorladron a dhelyas yn perfydh gans keniver pot whythra peryllus a ve danvenys dhodhans. Heb scor bys y’n eur ma y’n hanter ma, orth 52 mynysen, higer Cardhana a ve dysquedhys carten velyn ha hebma a brovas bos poynt treylya y’n fyt rag An Vorladron. Y a scoryas ogas ha dhystowgh woja an garten ma der assay scoryes gans Tommy Wyatt ha treylyes gans Bazalgette, ha pymp mynysen awoja, Tom Kessel a guntellas an bel ha ponya a-dro dhe du dall a dervans ha tremena an linen rag treja assay An Vorladron. Bazalgette a gronkyas warbydn an peul gans y attent treylyans. Nena, gans Bazalgette ow potya spal orth 68 mynysen yth esa An Vorladron ow ledya 23-8. Teyr mynysen woja hebma An Vorladron a ros dhe ves spal a-dherag an peulyow mes Cardhanna a dhewisas pot dhe’n gornel hag o sewen yn udn ledya dhe assay cachya ha lewya, an pyth y a dreylyas. Byttegyns, An Vorladron a selyas an gwayn gans dew assay pella orth 75 ha 78 mynysen dre Rusi Tuima ha Tommy Wyatt gans Arwel Robson ow treylya an dhew. Scor finel, An Vorladron Gernewek 37, Marrogyon Cardhana 15.

Jesus is Taken to Pilate (Mk 15.1; Lk 23.1–2; Jn 18.28–32) 1Early in the morning all the chief priests and the elders made their plans against Jesus to put him to death. 2They put him in chains, led him off, and handed him over to Pilate, the Roman governor. The Death of Judas (Acts 1.18–19) 3When Judas, the traitor, learnt that Jesus had been condemned, he repented and took back the thirty silver coins to the chief priests and the elders. 4“I have sinned by betraying an innocent man to death!” he said. “What do we care about that?” they answered. “That is your business!” 5Judas threw the coins down in the Temple and left; then he went off and hanged himself. 6The chief priests picked up the coins and said, “This is blood money, and it is against our Law to put it in the temple treasury.” 7After reaching an agreement about it, they used the money to buy Potter's Field, as a cemetery for foreigners. 8That is why that field is called “Field of Blood” to this very day. 9Then what the prophet Jeremiah had said came true: “They took the thirty silver coins, the amount the people of Israel had agreed to pay for him, 10and used the money to buy the potter's field, as the Lord had commanded me.” Pilate Questions Jesus (Mk 15.2–5; Lk 23.3–5; Jn 18.33–38) 11Jesus stood before the Roman governor, who questioned him. “Are you the king of the Jews?” he asked. “So you say,” answered Jesus. 12But he said nothing in response to the accusations of the chief priests and elders. 13So Pilate said to him, “Don't you hear all these things they accuse you of?” 14But Jesus refused to answer a single word, with the result that the Governor was greatly surprised. Jesus is Sentenced to Death (Mk 15.6–15; Lk 23.13–25; Jn 18.39—19.16) 15At every Passover Festival the Roman governor was in the habit of setting free any one prisoner the crowd asked for. 16At that time there was a well-known prisoner named Jesus Barabbas. 17So when the crowd gathered, Pilate asked them, “Which one do you want me to set free for you? Jesus Barabbas or Jesus called the Messiah?” 18He knew very well that the Jewish authorities had handed Jesus over to him because they were jealous. 19While Pilate was sitting in the judgement hall, his wife sent him a message: “Have nothing to do with that innocent man, because in a dream last night I suffered much on account of him.” 20The chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask Pilate to set Barabbas free and have Jesus put to death. 21But Pilate asked the crowd, “Which one of these two do you want me to set free for you?” “Barabbas!” they answered. 22“What, then, shall I do with Jesus called the Messiah?” Pilate asked them. “Crucify him!” they all answered. 23But Pilate asked, “What crime has he committed?” Then they started shouting at the top of their voices: “Crucify him!” 24When Pilate saw that it was no use to go on, but that a riot might break out, he took some water, washed his hands in front of the crowd, and said, “I am not responsible for the death of this man! This is your doing!” 25The whole crowd answered, “Let the responsibility for his death fall on us and our children!” 26Then Pilate set Barabbas free for them; and after he had Jesus whipped, he handed him over to be crucified. The Soldiers Mock Jesus (Mk 15.16–20; Jn 19.2–3) 27Then Pilate's soldiers took Jesus into the governor's palace, and the whole company gathered round him. 28They stripped off his clothes and put a scarlet robe on him. 29Then they made a crown out of thorny branches and placed it on his head, and put a stick in his right hand; then they knelt before him and mocked him. “Long live the King of the Jews!” they said. 30They spat on him, and took the stick and hit him over the head. 31When they had finished mocking him, they took the robe off and put his own clothes back on him. Then they led him out to crucify him. Jesus is Crucified (Mk 15.21–32; Lk 23.26–43; Jn 19.17–27) 32As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene named Simon, and the soldiers forced him to carry Jesus' cross. 33They came to a place called Golgotha, which means, “The Place of the Skull”. 34There they offered Jesus wine mixed with a bitter substance; but after tasting it, he would not drink it. 35They crucified him and then divided his clothes among them by throwing dice. 36After that they sat there and watched him. 37Above his head they put the written notice of the accusation against him: “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews.” 38Then they crucified two bandits with Jesus, one on his right and the other on his left. 39People passing by shook their heads and hurled insults at Jesus: 40“You were going to tear down the Temple and build it up again in three days! Save yourself if you are God's Son! Come on down from the cross!” 41In the same way the chief priests and the teachers of the Law and the elders jeered at him: 42“He saved others, but he cannot save himself! Isn't he the king of Israel? If he comes down off the cross now, we will believe in him! 43He trusts in God and claims to be God's Son. Well, then, let us see if God wants to save him now!” 44Even the bandits who had been crucified with him insulted him in the same way. The Death of Jesus (Mk 15.33–41; Lk 23.44–49; Jn 19.28–30) 45At noon the whole country was covered with darkness, which lasted for three hours. 46At about three o'clock Jesus cried out with a loud shout, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why did you abandon me?” 47Some of the people standing there heard him and said, “He is calling for Elijah!” 48One of them ran up at once, took a sponge, soaked it in cheap wine, put it on the end of a stick, and tried to make him drink it. 49But the others said, “Wait, let us see if Elijah is coming to save him!” 50Jesus again gave a loud cry and breathed his last. 51Then the curtain hanging in the Temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split apart, 52the graves broke open, and many of God's people who had died were raised to life. 53They left the graves, and after Jesus rose from death, they went into the Holy City, where many people saw them. 54When the army officer and the soldiers with him who were watching Jesus saw the earthquake and everything else that happened, they were terrified and said, “He really was the Son of God!” 55There were many women there, looking on from a distance, who had followed Jesus from Galilee and helped him. 56Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Joseph, and the wife of Zebedee. The Burial of Jesus (Mk 15.42–47; Lk 23.50–56; Jn 19.38–42) 57When it was evening, a rich man from Arimathea arrived; his name was Joseph, and he also was a disciple of Jesus. 58He went into the presence of Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be given to Joseph. 59So Joseph took it, wrapped it in a new linen sheet, 60and placed it in his own tomb, which he had just recently dug out of solid rock. Then he rolled a large stone across the entrance to the tomb and went away. 61Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there, facing the tomb. The Guard at the Tomb 62The next day, which was a Sabbath, the chief priests and the Pharisees met with Pilate 63and said, “Sir, we remember that while that liar was still alive he said, ‘I will be raised to life three days later.’ 64Give orders, then, for his tomb to be carefully guarded until the third day, so that his disciples will not be able to go and steal the body, and then tell the people that he was raised from death. This last lie would be even worse than the first one.” 65“Take a guard,” Pilate told them; “go and make the tomb as secure as you can.” 66So they left and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and leaving the guard on watch.
Yesu Dres a-rag Pilat Mark 15:1; Luk 23:1-2; Yow 18:28-32 1Ha ternos vyttin, oll an bennoferysi ha henavogyon an bobel a wrug omgusulyans erbynn Yesu rag y worra dhe'n mernans; 2ha wosa i dh'y gelmi, i a'n dug yn-kerdh ha'y dhaskorr dhe Pilat an governour. Mernans Yudas Obe 1:18-19 3Ena Yudas neb a'n traytas pan welas ev dhe vos dampnys a goedhas yn edrek hag a dhros an deg bath warn ugens a arghans arta dhe'n bennoferysi ha'n henavogyon, 4ow leverel, ‘My re beghas a-ban draytis goes gwiryon.’ Yn-medhons i, ‘Pandr'yw henna dhyn ni? Ty dha honan preder anodho.’ 5Ha wosa tewlel an mona y'n tempel, ev a omdennas ha mones dh'y omgregi. 6An bennoferysi a gemmeras an mona ha leverel, ‘Nyns yw lafyl y worra y'n arghow, rag y vos pris goes.’ 7Ha wosa omgusulya i a brenas ganso gwel an weythoryon pri avel ynkleudhva rag estrenyon. 8Rakhenna an gwel na yw henwys Gwel an Goes bys y'n jydh hedhyw. 9Ena y feu kollenwys an dra kewsys dre Yeremia an profoes, ow leverel, Hag i a gemmeras an deg bath warn ugens a arghans, pris an den talvesys, neb a veu talvesys gans mebyon Ysrael, 10hag i a's ros rag gwel an gweythor pri, dell ordenas an Arloedh dhymm. Yesu Apposys gans Pilat Mark 15:2-5; Luk 23:3-5; Yow 18:33-38 11Ha Yesu a sevis a-rag an governour; ha'n governour a wovynnas orto, ow leverel, ‘Ty yw myghtern an Yedhewon?’ Yn-medh Yesu, ‘Ty a'n lever.’ 12Ha pan ova kuhudhys gans an bennoferysi ha'n henavogyon, ny worthybis travyth. 13Ena yn-medh Pilat dhodho, ‘A ny glewydh py lies tra y tustunions er dha bynn?’ 14Hag ev ny worthybis dhodho unn ger vytholl, mayth o marth meur dhe'n governour. Yesu Dampnys dhe'n Mernans Mark 15:6-15; Luk 23:13-25; Yow 18:39–19:16 15Hag yth o dhe'n governour us y'n dy'goel dhe dhelivra unn prisner dhe'n routh, piwpynag a vynnens. 16Hag y'n eur na yth esa dhedha prisner drog-gerys gelwys Barabbas. 17Ytho pan ens i kuntellys war-barth, Pilat a leveris dhedha, ‘Pyneyl a vynnowgh may hwrylliv y dhelivra dhywgh, Barabbas, po Yesu yw henwys Krist?’ 18Rag ev a wodhya i dh'y dhaskorr dre atti. 19Ha pan ova esedhys yn barr an vreus, y wreg a dhannvonas dhodho, ow leverel, ‘Ty na wra mellya gans an den gwiryon na, rag my a wodhevis lower hedhyw yn hunros a'y wovis ev.’ 20Mes an bennoferysi ha'n henavogyon a dhynyas an routhow dhe wovynn Barabbas dhe vos delivrys, ha distrui Yesu. 21Ena y hworthybis an governour ha leverel dhedha, ‘Pyneyl a'n dhew y fynnowgh orthiv delivra dhywgh?’ Yn-medhons, ‘Barabbas.’ 22Yn-medh Pilat dhedha, ‘Pandr'a wrav vy orth Yesu yw gelwys Krist?’ I oll a leveris, ‘Bedhes krowsys!’ 23Yn-medh ev, ‘Pana dhrog ytho a wruga?’ Mes i a armas dhe voy ow leverel, ‘Bedhes krowsys!’ 24Ha Pilat, pan welas na ylli gwaynya travyth, mes yth esa freudh ow talleth, a gemmeras dowr ha golghi y dhiwla a-rag an routh ow leverel, ‘Glan yth o'ma a woes an den gwiryon ma. Hwi omgemmerewgh.’ 25Ha'n bobel oll a worthybis ow leverel, ‘Re bo y woes warnan ni ha war agan fleghes.’ 26Ena ev a dhelivras Barabbas dhedha, mes Yesu ev a skorjyas ha'y ri dhe vos krowsys. An Soudoryon a Skorn Yesu Mark 15:16-20; Yow 19:2-3 27Ena soudoryon an governour a worras Yesu dhe'n pretorium hag a guntellas oll an bagas a soudoryon a-dro dhodho. 28Ha wosa y dhestryppya, i a worras mantell gogh a-dro dhodho, 29hag a blethas kurun a spern ha'y gorra war y benn ha korsenn yn y leuv dhyghow, hag ow koedha war benn-dewlin a-dheragdho, i a wrug ges anodho ow leverel, ‘Hayl, Myghtern an Yedhewon!’ 30Hag i a drewas warnodho ha kemmeres an gorsenn hag yth esens orth y weskel war y benn. 31Ha wosa gul ges anodho, i a dhi'skas an vantell ha'y wiska gans y dhillas y honan ha'y dhoen yn-kerdh dhe vos krowsys. Krowsyans Yesu Mark 15:21-32; Luk 23:26-43; Yow 19:17-27 32Hag ow mos yn-mes, i a gavas den a Kyrene, henwys Simon; i a wrug y gonstryna dhe dhoen y grows. 33Ha pan ens devedhys dhe tyller henwys Golgotha (henn yw Tyller Krogen), 34i a ros dhodho dhe eva gwin kemmyskys gans bystel; mes wosa ev dh'y dastya, ny vynnas y eva. 35Ha pan y'n krowssons i a rannas y dhillas ow tewlel prenn. 36Ena i a esedhas, ha'y witha ena. 37Hag a-ugh y benn i a worras skrif an kuhudhans er y bynn, ‘Hemm yw Yesu, Myghtern an Yedhewon.’ 38Ena y feu krowsys ganso dew lader, an eyl a'y barth dhyghow, ha'y gila a'y barth kledh. 39Ha'n dremenysi a'n kablas, ow shakya aga fenn, 40ha leverel, ‘A ty, neb a dhistru an tempel ha'y dhrehevel kyns penn trydydh, omsaw dha honan mars os Mab Duw, ha diyskynn a'n grows.’ 41Yn keth vaner an bennoferysi gans an skribys ha'n henavogyon ow kul ges a leveris, 42‘Tus erell ev a's sawyas, ev y honan ny yll omsawya; Myghtern Ysrael ywa, diyskynnes lemmyn a'n grows ha ni a grys dhodho; 43ev a fydhyas yn Duw, re'n deliffro lemmyn mara'n mynn; rag ev a leveris, “My yw Mab Duw.” ’ 44Yn kepar maner ynwedh yth esa an ladron neb o krowsys ganso orth y dhespitya. Mernans Yesu Mark 15:33-41; Luk 23:44-49; Yow 19:28-30 45Ha dhiworth an hweghves eur yth esa tewolgow war oll an nor bys y'n nawves eur. 46Hag a-dro dhe'n nawves eur, Yesu a armas gans lev ughel ow leverel, ‘Eli, Eli, lema sabaghthani?’ henn yw: ‘Ow Duw, Ow Duw, prag y'm forsaksys?’ 47Re an dus a sevi ena, pan y'n klewsons a leveris, ‘Yma an den ma ow karma war Elias.’ 48Ha dihwans onan anedha a boenyas dhe gavoes spong hag a'n lenwis a aysel ha'y worra war welenn ha'y ri dhodho dhe eva. 49Mes an re erell a leveris, ‘Gesewgh ni dhe weles mar teu Elias rag y sawya.’ 50Ena Yesu a armas arta gans lev ughel hag a dhaskorras an enev. 51Hag otta, vayl an tempel a veu skwardys yntra diw rann, a'n penn a-wartha bys y'n goeles, hag y feu dorgrys ha'n karregi a veu folsys, 52ha'n bedhow a veu igerys ha meur a gorfow a'n syns koedhys yn kosk a veu drehevys; 53hag i a dheuth yn-mes a'n bedhow wosa y dhasserghyans, ha mos y'n sita sans hag omdhiskwedhes dhe lies huni. 54Ha'n penn-kangour ha'n re esa ganso ow kwitha Yesu, pan welsons an dorgrys hag oll a hwarva, a borthas own meur, ow leverel, ‘Yn tevri hemma o Mab Duw.’ 55Hag yth esa ena lies benyn ow mires a-bell, neb a holyas Yesu dhiworth Galile, orth y servya. 56Yn aga mysk yth esa Maria Magdalena, ha Maria mamm Jamys ha Yoses, ha mamm mebyon Zebede. Ynkleudhyans Yesu Mark 15:42-47; Luk 23:50-56; Yow 19:38-42 57Ha devedhys an gorthugher, den rych a Arimathea, henwys Yosep, a dheuth, neb y honan ynwedh o dyskybel dhe Yesu. 58Ev eth dhe Pilat ha govynn orto korf Yesu. Ena Pilat a erghis may fe res dhodho. 59Ha wosa ev dhe gemmeres an korf, Yosep a'n maylyas yn lien glan 60hag a'n gorras yn y vedh nowydh a wrussa y dreghi y'n garrek, ha wosa ev dhe rolya men bras a-dreus dhe dharas an bedh, yth eth yn-kerdh. 61Hag yth esa ena Maria Magdalena ha'n Varia arall, esedhys a-dal an bedh. An Withysi orth an Bedh 62Ha ternos, an jydh wosa Darbar an Goel, an bennoferysi ha'n Fariseow a omguntellas war-barth ha mos dhe Pilat, 63ow leverel, ‘Arloedh, yma kov dhyn an toeller na, pan o hwath yn few, dhe gewsel, “Wosa trydydh y hwrav dasserghi.” 64Argh, ytho, may fo an bedh gwithys gans rach bys y'n tressa dydh rag na dheffo y dhyskyblon yn nos ha'y ladra ha leverel dhe'n bobel, “Drehevys veu dhiworth an re varow”, hag yndella an toell diwettha a vydh gweth ages an kynsa.’ 65Yn-medh Pilat dhedha, ‘Yma gwithysi genowgh, kewgh, ha'y witha dell wodhowgh.’ 66Hag yth ethons ha gwitha an bedh, ow selya an men ha gorra gwithysi warnodho.

EPHESIANS 4 Unity and Maturity in the Body of Christ 1As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. 2Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. 3Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. 4There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; 5one Lord, one faith, one baptism; 6one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all. 7But to each one of us grace has been given as Christ apportioned it. 8This is why it says: “When he ascended on high, he took many captives and gave gifts to his people.” 9(What does “he ascended” mean except that he also descended to the lower, earthly regions? 10He who descended is the very one who ascended higher than all the heavens, in order to fill the whole universe.) 11So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, 12to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up 13until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ. 14Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming. 15Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ. 16From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. Instructions for Christian Living 17So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. 18They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts. 19Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, and they are full of greed. 20That, however, is not the way of life you learned 21when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. 22You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. 25Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body. 26“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, 27and do not give the devil a foothold. 28Anyone who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with their own hands, that they may have something to share with those in need. 29Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. 30And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
EFESIANYS 4 Unnsys an Korf 1My ytho, prisner y'n Arloedh, a'gas pys a gerdhes gwiw dhe'n galow may fewgh hwi gelwys, 2gans pub uvelder ha klorder gans perthyans, ow kodhav an eyl y gila yn kerensa, 3hwansek dhe witha unnsys an Spyrys y'n golmenn a gres. 4Yma unn korf hag unn Spyrys, kepar dell vewgh gelwys yn unn govenek a'gas galow; 5unn Arloedh, unn fydh, unn besydhyans, 6unn Duw ha Tas a bub den oll, neb usi a-ugh pub den oll, ha dre bub den oll hag yn pub den oll. 7Dhe bubonan ahanan, gras a veu res war-lergh musur ro Krist. 8Ytho leverys veu, ‘Wosa yskynna yn ughelder, ev a hembronkas prisnoryon, hag a ros rohow dhe dus.’ 9An lavar ‘yskynna’ – pyth yw hemma, mar nyns yw, ev dhe dhiyskynna ynwedh dhe'n isella rannow a'n norvys? 10Neb a dhiyskynnas yw ynwedh neb a yskynnas pell a-ugh oll an nevow may lanwa pup-tra. 11Hag ev a ros re dhe vos abesteli, re profoesi, re aweylers, re bugeledh ha dyskadoryon, 12rag darbari an syns dhe hwel menystrans, dhe dhrehevyans korf Krist, 13erna dhyffyn ni oll dhe unnsys an fydh hag aswonnvos Mab Duw, yn gour perfydh, dhe'n musur a'n adhvetter a'n leunder a Grist, 14ma na ven namoy fleghes, tewlys gans mordonnow ha degys a-dro gans pub gwyns a dhyskas, dre sotelneth tus, yn sleyghneth bys y'n felder a doell. 15Mes ow kewsel an gwir yn kerensa, res yw dhyn tevi ynno ev yn pup-tra, neb yw an penn, Krist, 16dhiworth neb, an korf dien, junys ha synsys war-barth dre bub giowenn ow skoedhya war-lergh oberyans 'vas pub rann, a wra dhe'n korf tevi, rag y dhrehevyans yn kerensa. An Bewnans Koth ha Nowydh 17Hemma a lavarav ha dustunia y'n Arloedh, na wrellowgh kerdhes namoy kepar dell gerdh an Jentilys yn euveredh aga brys; 18tewlhes yn aga brys, alyons dhiworth bewnans Duw dre fowt skians eus ynna i rag kaletter aga holonnow 19heb omglewans vyth, i a omros dhe avlander, ow kul mostedhes a bub eghenn gans krefni. 20Mes hwi ny dhys'sowgh Krist yndellma! 21– mara'n klewsowgh yn tevri, ha bos dyskys ynno, par dell usi an gwiryonedh yn Yesu, 22may hworrewgh mes ahanowgh an den koth, agas bewedh kyns, yw shyndys dre fals hwansow, 23ha dhe vos nowydhhes yn spyrys agas brys, 24ha dhe wiska an den nowydh yw gwrys war-lergh Duw yn ewnder ha sansoleth a dheu dhiworth an gwir. Rewlys rag an Bewnans Nowydh 25Rakhenna, gorrewgh dhe-ves gowegneth, ha ‘kewsel pubonan an gwir gans agas hynsa’, rag agan bos eseli an eyl a'y gila. 26‘Bedhewgh serrys ha na wrewgh pegha.’ Na wres an howl sedhi war agas sorr, 27ha na rewgh tyller dhe'n jowl. 28Neb a lader, na ladres namoy, mes gwres ev lavurya, owth oberi an dra dha gans y dhiwla y honan, may kaffo neppyth dhe ranna gans neb a'n jeffo edhomm. 29Na dhes drog-ger vyth yn-mes a'gas ganow, saw pypynag a vo da rag an drehevyans yw res, may rollo gras dhe neb a'n klewvo. 30Ha na wrewgh grevya Spyrys Sans Duw, yn neb hwi a veu selys rag dydh daspren. 31Bedhes pub hwerowder ha sorr ha konnar ha garma serrys ha sklander gorrys mes ahanowgh, gans pub drog. 32Ha bedhewgh kuv an eyl dh'y gila, truedhek, parys dhe ava an eyl dh'y gila kepar dell avas Duw yn Krist dhywgh hwi ynwedh.