I found an old Welsh Bible in a bookshop a few weeks back, going for 50p, who could resist that? And here, picked for its sheer, eerie weirdness, is a verse:
A'r pedwar anifail oedd ganddynt, bob un o honynt, chwech o adenydd o'u hamgylch ; ac yr oeddynt oddi fewn yn llawn llygaid : ac nid oeddynt yn gorphwys ddydd a nos, gan ddywedyd, Sanct, Sanct, Sanct, Arglwydd Dduw Hollalluog, yr hwn oedd, a'r hwn sydd, a'r hwn sydd i ddyfod.
A little bit of vocabulary to help you out. I've got a feeling Welsh spelling might have been revised at some point since this Bible was printed (an inscription by a D. H. Thomas of Treorchy gives us a terminus ante quem of 1915).
pedwar - four
chwech - six
llygad - eye
aden - wing
7 hours ago
Black indeed. Here's something a bit lighter. By lighter I mean Deteronomy. It fitted exactly what I wanted to say. And if I was in any way a man of God I'd probably say that's how yer average sermon is cobbled together. I'll get my cassock.
ReplyDeleteI love the smell of churches, and I'm often tempted to pop inside. I always feel too self conscious though to hang around for the sermons. Picking the bit to quote I went for one of the maddest verses I could remember - what the fuck is it all about? When I was younger I just assumed that it was based on the hallucinations of men who'd spent too long in the desert with only a few dates and locusts to eat. And actually that still sounds plausible. And it's the culmination of the judeo-christian narrative that supposedly forms the bedrock of our society.
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