go outside oor Kornies

go outside

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

mos yn-mes

Soortgelyke frases

Go outside!
Kewgh yn-mes!

voorbeelde

I don't wanna go outside.
Ny vynnav vy mos yn-mes.

The dog wants to go outside.
An ki a vynn mos ynmes.

The dog wants to go outside.
An ki a vynn mos yn-mes.

Go outside immediately;
Ewgh yn-mes a-dhesempis.

You cannot go outside.
Ny yll'ta mos yn-mes.

Go outside!
/ Kewgh yn-mes! / / /

You cannot go outside.
Ny yll'ta mos ynmes.

The dog does wanna go outside.
An ki a vynn mos yn-mes.

go outside
/ mos yn-mes / / /

I do not want to go outside.
Ny vynnav vy mos ynmes.

I don't want to go outside.
Ny vynnav-vy vy mos yn-mes.

You can't go outside.
Ny yll'ta mos yn-mes.

I don't want to go outside.
Ny vynnav vy mos yn-mes.

They all set out to go to Mount Calvary. It was outside the town, a high hill indeed. they put the cross on jesus' shoulder to carry there, so that all the distress and shame would come to jesus christ.
oll mones i a vynna bys y'n mont a galvari a-ves dhe'n dre yth esa menydh ughel yredi an grows i a wrug gorra war skoedh yesus dh'y doen dhi dhe yesus krist may teffa oll an grev ha'n bileni

adv. dres; pelha; or outside a-der /(ə)ˈdeːr/ PA, BM, d; sfx. tra ~ tre > 3 spirantization, e.g. tremor b. the sea; go b. passya bezant n. besont /'bɛzɐnt/ m., pl. besons
adv. dres; pelha; or outside a-der /(ə)ˈdeːr/ PA, BM, d; sfx. tra ~ tre > 3 spirantization, e.g. tremor b. the sea; go b. passya bezant n. besont /'bɛzɐnt/ m., pl. besons

HEBREWS 13 Concluding Exhortations 1Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters. 2Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. 3Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering. 4Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral. 5Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” 6So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” 7Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith. 8Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. 9Do not be carried away by all kinds of strange teachings. It is good for our hearts to be strengthened by grace, not by eating ceremonial foods, which is of no benefit to those who do so. 10We have an altar from which those who minister at the tabernacle have no right to eat. 11The high priest carries the blood of animals into the Most Holy Place as a sin offering, but the bodies are burned outside the camp. 12And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. 13Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore. 14For here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come. 15Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name. 16And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. 17Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority, because they keep watch over you as those who must give an account. Do this so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no benefit to you. 18Pray for us. We are sure that we have a clear conscience and desire to live honorably in every way. 19I particularly urge you to pray so that I may be restored to you soon. Benediction and Final Greetings 20Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, 21equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. 22Brothers and sisters, I urge you to bear with my word of exhortation, for in fact I have written to you quite briefly. 23I want you to know that our brother Timothy has been released. If he arrives soon, I will come with him to see you. 24Greet all your leaders and all the Lord’s people. Those from Italy send you their greetings. 25Grace be with you all.
EBROWYON 13 Gonis Kemmeradow dhe Dhuw 1Pesyes kerensa dhe breder. 2Na ankevewgh wolkomma estrenyon, rag yndellma nebes re wolkommas eledh heb y wodhvos. 3Perthewgh kov a'n brisnoryon par dell vewgh prisonys war-barth gansa; ha'n re yw kammdhyghtys, a-ban esowgh hwi ynwedh y'n korf. 4Bedhes priosoleth synsys yn enor gans peub, ha bedhes andhefolys gweli an demmedhyans; rag Duw a vreus an re dhijast ha'n avoutroryon. 5Bedhes agas bewnans rydh a gerensa arghans, ha bedhewgh kontentys gans an pyth a'gas beus; rag ev re leveris, ‘Nevra ny wrav dha fyllel na dha forsakya.’ 6Ytho, ni a lever yn kolonnek, ‘An Arloedh yw ow gwereser, ny'm bydh own; pandr'a yll den gul dhymm?’ 7Perthewgh kov a'gas hembrenkysi, an re a gewsis ger an Arloedh dhywgh; prederewgh a siwyans aga bewedh ha gul war-lergh aga fydh. 8Yesu Krist yw an keth de ha hedhyw ha bys vykken. 9Na vedhewgh kemmerys a-denewen gans divers dhyskasow ankoth; rag da yw may fo krevhes an golonn dre ras, yn le dre boesow na veu dhe les dhe'n re a wra devnydh anedha. 10Ni a'gan beus alter ma na's teves an re a serv an tabernakel an gwir dhe dhybri anodho. 11Rag korfow an enyvales na, ha'ga goes kyrghys a-ji dhe'n sentri gans an arghoferyas yn sakrifis rag peghosow, yw leskys yn-mes a'n kamp. 12Yndellma, Yesu a wodhevis yn-mes a'n yet rag sanshe tus der y woes. 13Ytho deun yn-rag dhodho yn-mes a'n kamp ha doen y vismer ev ganso. 14Rag omma ny'gan beus sita a dhur, mes y hwilyn an sita dhe dhos. 15Dredho ytho, offrynnyn heb lett sakrifis a wordhyans dhe Dhuw, henn yw frut diwweus a wormel y hanow. 16Na ankevewgh gul oberow mas na kevrenna an pyth eus genowgh; sakrifisow a'n par ma yw plegadow dhe Dhuw. 17Bedhewgh gostydh dh'agas hembrenkysi hag uvel dhedha; rag ymons i ow koelyas a-barth agas enev, avel tus a goedh ri reknans; gesewgh i dhe wul hemma yn lowen, heb kyni yn tristans, rag ny via henna dh'agas les. 18Pysewgh a'gan govis ni, rag sur on ni bos kowses da dhyn, ow mynnes omdhegi yn enor yn pup-tra. 19My a'gas pys a wul hemma yn tiwysyk may fiv daskorrys dhywgh dhe skonna. Bennath ha Charj Diwettha 20Lemmyn, an Duw a gres neb a dhros arta dhiworth an re varow agan Arloedh Yesu Krist, bugel meur an deves, dre woes an kevambos a dhur bys vykken, 21re'gas provio gans pub tra vas may hwryllowgh y vodh, ow kul ynnon an pyth yw plegadow yn y wolok dre Yesu Krist; dhe neb bedhes gordhyans bys vykken ha bynnari. Amen. 22Ha my a'gas pys, breder, a wul vri a'm ger a geskians, rag my dhe skrifa war verr lavarow. 23Godhvydhewgh bos livrys agan broder Timothi, gans neb my a'gas gwel, mar teu yn skon. 24Salusewgh agas hembrenkysi ha'n syns oll. An re a Itali a'gas salus. 25Bedhes gras genowgh hwi oll. Amen.

David leaves – and comes back Jude came back to try and talk me around – about an hour later. David’s breathing had become extremely laboured. He was still fighting but, but like all the other guys bitten before him, was definitely losing the battle – just as we had all expected. Jude put her hand on my shoulder and said as gently as possible, in the circumstances: “It’s time, Pete. You can do no more. Leave him with us and we’ll attend to him.” Jude was OK, someone my Dad would have called ‘a good sort’ but, despite this, I turned to her and blind fury suddenly welled up in me: “I said he’s not going anywhere! Don’t you understand? My brother is not going to join the zombies outside.” She withdrew her hand slowly and flicked an almost imperceptible glance sideways. I felt my head explode briefly and then everything went black. This, apparently, was ‘Plan B’, the plan to use if I didn’t change my mind about casting David outside of the library and into the hands of the zombies. I awoke with a sickening pain in my head. Jude was beside me once again but I had been trussed up. I was lying on a cold, hard floor and couldn’t move. I looked at her. I’m not sure if she completely felt my hatred for her at what had happened. It’s just that she was the one who was there – she was thus the object of that hatred. She bowed her head and muttered: “It’s done, Pete. David died and we’ve put him outside. You can’t do anything more for him.” Bullshit! David and I were not just brothers. We were identical twins. His joy had always been my joy. His pain had always been my pain. And so it must always be.
Y has Davydh – ha dehweles. Jude a dhasdheuth rag ow ferswadya – wosa a-dro dh’unn our. Y fia ha bos anellans Davydh kales dres eghenn. Ev a wre hwath batel erbynn an kleves mes, kepar ha’n bolatys vrethys kyns, yth esa orth hy helli, yn sur, dell waytsen ni oll. Jude a worras hy leuv war ow skoedh ha leverel hwekka galla: “Termyn ywa, ‘Beder. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy. Gas e dhyn ni. Ni a yll attendya orto ev.” Hegar o Jude. Ow thas a allsa hy helwel “sort dha” mes, yn despit dhe henna, my a omdreylyas rag mires orti hag, a-dhistowgh, y tardhas dhiworthiv konnar dhall: “My re leveris seulabrys nag usi ev ow mos le vyth! A ny gonvedhyth? Ny omjun ow broder gans an zombis yn-mes.” Hi a dhasgemmeras hy leuv yn lent ha flykkya, anwelys yn ogas, gowolok a- denewen. Ena, yth heveli ow fenn dhe dardha – ha’n bys o du. Yn apert, ‘Towl B’ o hemma, an dowl bos devnydhyes mar ny dhaspredersen a- dro dhe dewlel Davydh yn-mes, yntra diwla an zombis. My a dhifunas gans dolor ow kwana dhe’m penn. Unnweyth arta, yth esa Jude a’y esedh rybov mes y fien kelmys gans kordenn. Yth esen a’m gorwedh war leur yeyn ha kales. Ny yllyn gwaya. My a viras orti. Nyns ov sur mars omglywo hi yn tien ow has rygdhi drefenn pyth re hwarsa. Yth o hyhi esa ena – ytho, yth o hyhi o amkan an kas na. Hi a dheklinyas hy fenn ha hanasa: “Gwrys yw, ‘Beder. Y ferwis Davydh ha ni re’n gorras yn-mes. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy ragdho ev.” Ass o bern kawgh! Nyns en breder hepken, Davydh ha my. Gevellyon gehevelep en ni. Y joy ev re via pup-prys ow joy vy. Y dholor ev re via pup- prys ow dolor vy. Hag yndellna a via res dhyn ni pup-prys. 19

Marvellous! Hours of fun for the whole family. It made me proud to be a Roman Catholic. (I shouldn’t really be so disrespectful of the owners’ tastes in religious art. The little light in the basilica actually proved to be invaluable inside the otherwise gloomy crypt.) Anyway, there was no doubt as to the ancestry of the folk who had so generously provided my brother and me with this precious haven. And no expense had been spared, it seemed. In one of the niches, was a brand-new – and unoccupied – coffin of extreme grandeur and ornamentation. Whom was this waiting for? None could say since it did not yet bear a plaque. Given that it had obviously been made to order – and was of the highest specification – my guess was that it could only have been made for the (still-living?) patriarch or matriarch of the family. Just a guess, though. And, sure, there were plenty of other expensive fittings inside – including some which appeared to be made of gold and silver (or, at least, were plated with gold and silver) – but this wasn’t the most startling thing to me: it was the fact that the crypt had running water! There was no hot water, of course – let’s not get completely ridiculous – but there, in one dark corner of the room, sat a small water tap (with even a modest drain to catch any overflow). Why? Did the deceased family members get thirsty in the night and need to take a sip of water? I put this question to David – he was no help. I thought about this for a while – in the circumstances, there was nothing much else to do – then the obvious answer dawned on me. There were literally dozens of vases inside the crypt, mostly containing withered blooms. Who was going to lug water from outside to fill all these vessels on a regular basis? No-one would do it willingly. Far better to have the water piped in. Kinda sensible – in an extravagant sort of way. And now pretty handy for any living person – or even a zombie – who decided to move in!
Barthusek! Yth esa ouryow a dhelit rag oll an teylu. Prout en vy bos Katholik Romanek. (Ny dalvien gul anvri, y’n fordh ma, dhe vlas an berghennow a-dro dhe art kryjyk. Y hyllyn gul devnydh an golow byghan y’n vasilyka avel golowys y’n gleudhgell dewal. Poran dhe les o yn hwir.) Yn neb kas, nyns esa dout vyth a-dro dhe linyeth an dus re brovisa, meur aga larjes, an skovva breshyous ma dhymm ha’m broder. Ha, gans henna, kost vyth re via sparyes, dell heveli. A-berth yn onan a’n neythigow, yth esa geler, flamm-nowydh ha heb annedhyas, geler meur y veuredh mayth esa meur a afinans. Rag piw esa ow kortos an eler ma? Ny yllyn leverel drefenn na dhegi hwath lown. Gwrys herwydh arghadow o, dell heveli, ha dhe’n ughella ragavysyans. Ytho, my a grysi hy bos gwrys rag ughelvamm po ugheldas (hwath byw?) an teylu. Mes ny allav bos sur. Hag, yn sur, yth esa meur a stagellow kostek erell – y’ga mysk, an re gwrys gans arghans hag owr (po, yn lyha, platyes gans arghans hag owr) - mes nyns o hemma an moyha marthek tra dhe’m breus vy: an dra ma o an dowr ow resek y’n gleudhgell! Heb mar, nyns esa dowr toemm ow resek ynni – na dheun ha bos gokki yn tien – mes, ena, yn unn gornell dewal, y sevi tapp (hag yn-danno sygerva byghan rag kachya fennans). Prag? Esa sygh nosweyth dhe eseli marow an teylu – hag yndella esa edhomm dhedha ganowas dowr? My a wovynnas Davydh – nyns o ev gweres vyth. (Herwydh usadow.) My a ombrederis pols yn y gever – wosa oll, nyns esa travyth porres dhe wul. Ena, y teuth dhymm gorthyp apert. Yth esa dewdhegow a lestri-vleujyow a- berth y’n gleudhgell hag ynna, dre vras, bleujennow gwedhrys. Piw a vynnsa doen dowr yn fenowgh rag lenwel oll an lestri ma? Denvyth. Gwella a via dhe dhri an dowr a-bervedh dre bib. Poran konnyk – yn fordh nebes skoellyek. Byttegyns, gans henna, pur dhe-les o dhe’n dus vyw – po dhe’n zombis hogen – a erviras triga ena!

The doors to the main entrance of the Baillieu Library were glass, thick sliding doors. They were still intact – which was a little surprising – but reinforced by bookshelves, cupboards and now-redundant vending machines. The zombies were not going to gain entrance any time soon – though they loitered outside constantly – waiting and watching. Given the desperate situation of those inside the library – no food, no outside contact – I had recently come to believe that the zombies’ waiting would not be in vain. I stood in the barricaded foyer: my brother was unseen on the other side of the glass doors, a thing abandoned – but not by me. “Let me see him,” I snarled. Silently, one of my fellow survivors moved forward and removed a box from the barricade to reveal an observation hole. He stepped back and allowed me to view the prone form of David. He was unmoving – just as I thought, not yet reanimated. Good – it was not too late. I nodded to myself and turned slowly to the others who eyed me with suspicion: “Please leave me alone with him,” I whispered. “I need a moment alone with him.” They shuffled their feet uneasily and looked at one another. Was I now worth that risk? “I’ll not try and retrieve him,” I said reassuringly. “He is, as you say, ‘gone’ now. There would be no purpose in trying to get him back.” Jude locked eyes with me for a long moment. She saw no deception. “Come on,” she said to the others. “Let the guy have some dignity. David was his brother, after all.” And with that, she abruptly turned on her heel and left the barricaded foyer, the others reluctantly trailing behind her. Good.
An darasow dhe’n chyf entrans o gwrys gans gweder. Yth esens darasow tew ow slynkya. Yth esens hwath dien – tra nebes marthek – mes krevhes gans estyll-lyvrow, amariow ha’n jynnow-wertha (a dhothya ha bos dresniver, heb mar). Ny ylli an zombis gul aswa dhe’n entrans – mes y krowdrens prest yn-mes – ow koelyas, ow kortos. Studh an re a-ji dhe’n lyverva re alsa ha bos heb govenek – po ogas. Nyns esa boes vyth dhedha hag, ynwedh, nyns esa kestav vyth gans an bys a-der an drehevyans na. Ytho, an kryjyans re dhothya dhymm a-gynsow na vos heb diwedh goel an zombis. Yth esen vy a’m sav yn sal-dhynnargh geys: anwelys o’m broder dres an darasow – tra forsakyes – mes nyns o forsakyes genev vy. “Gas vy dhe vires orto ev,” a dheskernis vy. Yn tidros, onan yntra’n gesdreusvyworyon a wayas war-rag ha kemmeres yn- mes kist dhiworth ke an mebel rag igeri toll rag mires. Ev a wrug kamm war- lergh rag ow gasa gweles shap Davydh a’y wrowedh. Nyns esa ev ow kwaya – kepar dell gryssen vy – nyns o dasvywekhes na hwath. Da o henna – nyns en re dhiwedhes. My a benndroppyas yn privedh ha treylya dhe’n re erell. Y firens orthymm, meur aga skeus. “Gesewgh vy bos ow honan ganso, mar pleg,” a hwystris. “Yma edhomm a bols bos ow honan ganso.” Anes, i a dhraylyas aga threys ha mires an eyl orth y gila. Esa bri lowr dhymm rag kemmeres an argoll na? “Ny vynnav assaya dh’y dhaskavoes,” yn-medhav rag konfortya an re erell. “Ev yw, dell leversowgh, ‘gyllys’ lemmyn. Ny via porpos vyth yn assayans y dhaskavoes.” Jude ha my a lagattas an eyl orth y gila. Yn apert, ny welas Jude toell vyth ynnov. “Deun yn-rag,” a leveris hi dhe’n re erell. “ Gesewgh an polat nebes dynita. Yth o Davydh y vroder ev, wosa oll.” Ha, gans henna, hi a dreylyas a-dhistowgh ha gasa an sal-dynnargh geys – ha’n re erell a’y sywyas, meur aga anvodh. Pur dha. 23