1The words of Agur the son of Jakeh; The oracle. The man saith unto Ithiel, unto Ithiel and Ucal:
1 Geiriau Agur fab Jaceh o Massa. Dyma'i eiriau i Ithiel, i Ithiel ac Ucal:
2Surely I am more brutish than any man, And have not the understanding of a man;
2 Yr wyf yn fwy anwar na neb; nid oes deall dynol gennyf.
3And I have not learned wisdom, Neither have I the knowledge of the Holy One.
3 Ni ddysgais ddoethineb, ac nid wyf yn dirnad deall yr Un Sanctaidd.
4Who hath ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound the waters in his garment? Who hath established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son's name, if thou knowest?
4 Pwy a esgynnodd i'r nefoedd, ac yna disgyn? Pwy a gasglodd y gwynt yn ei ddwrn? Pwy a rwymodd y dyfroedd mewn gwisg? Pwy a sefydlodd holl derfynau'r ddaear? Beth yw ei enw, neu enw ei fab, os wyt yn gwybod?
5Every word of God is tried: He is a shield unto them that take refuge in him.
5 Y mae pob un o eiriau Duw wedi ei brofi; y mae ef yn darian i'r rhai sy'n ymddiried ynddo.
6Add thou not unto his words, Lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.
6 Paid ag ychwanegu dim at ei eiriau, rhag iddo dy geryddu, a'th gael yn gelwyddog.
7Two things have I asked of thee; Deny me [them] not before I die:
7 Gofynnaf am ddau beth gennyt; paid �'u gwrthod cyn imi farw:
8Remove far from me falsehood and lies; Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food that is needful for me:
8 symud wagedd a chelwydd ymhell oddi wrthyf; paid � rhoi imi dlodi na chyfoeth; portha fi �'m dogn o fwyd,
9Lest I be full, and deny [thee], and say, Who is Jehovah? Or lest I be poor, and steal, And use profanely the name of my God.
9 rhag imi deimlo ar ben fy nigon, a'th wadu, a dweud, "Pwy yw'r ARGLWYDD?" Neu rhag imi fynd yn dlawd, a throi'n lleidr, a gwneud drwg i enw fy Nuw.
10Slander not a servant unto his master, Lest he curse thee, and thou be held guilty.
10 Paid � difr�o gwas wrth ei feistr, rhag iddo dy felltithio, a'th gael yn euog.
11There is a generation that curse their father, And bless not their mother.
11 Y mae rhai yn melltithio'u tad, ac yn amharchu eu mam.
12There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, And [yet] are not washed from their filthiness.
12 Y mae rhai yn bur yn eu golwg eu hunain, ond heb eu glanhau o'u haflendid.
13There is a generation, oh how lofty are their eyes! And their eyelids are lifted up.
13 Y mae rhai yn ymddwyn yn falch, a'u golygon yn uchel.
14There is a generation whose teeth are [as] swords, and their jaw teeth [as] knives, To devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
14 Y mae rhai �'u dannedd fel cleddyfau, a'u genau fel cyllyll, yn difa'r tlawd o'r tir, a'r anghenus o blith pobl.
15The horseleach hath two daughters, [crying], Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, [Yea], four that say not, Enough:
15 Y mae gan y gele ddwy ferch sy'n dweud, "Dyro, dyro." Y mae tri pheth na ellir eu digoni, ie, pedwar nad ydynt byth yn dweud, "Digon":
16Sheol; and the barren womb; The earth that is not satisfied with water; And the fire that saith not, Enough.
16 Sheol, a'r groth amhlantadwy, a'r tir sydd heb ddigon o ddu373?r, a'r t�n nad yw byth yn dweud, "Digon".
17The eye that mocketh at his father, And despiseth to obey his mother, The ravens of the valley shall pick it out, And the young eagles shall eat it.
17 Y llygad sy'n gwatwar tad, ac yn dirmygu ufudd-dod i fam, fe'i tynnir allan gan gigfrain y dyffryn, ac fe'i bwyteir gan y fwltur.
18There are three things which are too wonderful for me, Yea, four which I know not:
18 Y mae tri pheth yn rhyfeddol imi, pedwar na allaf eu deall:
19The way of an eagle in the air; The way of a serpent upon a rock; The way of a ship in the midst of the sea; And the way of a man with a maiden.
19 ffordd yr eryr yn yr awyr, ffordd neidr ar graig, ffordd llong ar y cefnfor, a ffordd dyn gyda merch.
20So is the way of an adulterous woman; She eateth, and wipeth her mouth, And saith, I have done no wickedness.
20 Dyma ymddygiad y wraig odinebus: y mae'n bwyta, yn sychu ei cheg, ac yn dweud, "Nid wyf wedi gwneud drwg."
21For three things the earth doth tremble, And for four, [which] it cannot bear:
21 Y mae tri pheth sy'n cynhyrfu'r ddaear, pedwar na all hi eu dioddef:
22For a servant when he is king; And a fool when he is filled with food;
22 gwas pan ddaw'n frenin, ffu373?l pan gaiff ormod o fwyd,
23For an odious woman when she is married; And a handmaid that is heir to her mistress.
23 dynes atgas yn cael gu373?r, a morwyn yn disodli ei meistres.
24There are four things which are little upon the earth, But they are exceeding wise:
24 Y mae pedwar peth ar y ddaear sy'n fach, ond yn eithriadol ddoeth:
25The ants are a people not strong, Yet they provide their food in the summer;
25 y morgrug, creaduriaid sydd heb gryfder, ond sy'n casglu eu bwyd yn yr haf;
26The conies are but a feeble folk, Yet make they their houses in the rocks;
26 y cwningod, creaduriaid sydd heb nerth, ond sy'n codi eu tai yn y creigiau;
27The locusts have no king, Yet go they forth all of them by bands;
27 y locustiaid, nad oes ganddynt frenin, ond sydd i gyd yn mynd allan yn rhengoedd;
28The lizard taketh hold with her hands, Yet is she in kings' palaces.
28 a'r fadfall, y gelli ei dal yn dy law, ond sydd i'w chael ym mhalas brenhinoedd.
29There are three things which are stately in their march, Yea, four which are stately in going:
29 Y mae tri pheth sy'n hardd eu cerddediad, pedwar sy'n rhodio'n urddasol:
30The lion, which is mightiest among beasts, And turneth not away for any;
30 llew, gwron ymhlith yr anifeiliaid, nad yw'n cilio oddi wrth yr un ohonynt;
31The greyhound; the he-goat also; And the king against whom there is no rising up.
31 ceiliog yn torsythu; bwch gafr; a brenin yn arwain ei bobl.
32If thou hast done foolishly in lifting up thyself, Or if thou hast thought evil, [Lay] thy hand upon thy mouth.
32 Os bu iti ymddwyn yn ff�l trwy ymffrostio, neu gynllwynio drwg, rho dy law ar dy enau.
33For the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, And the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood; So the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.
33 Oherwydd o gorddi llaeth ceir ymenyn, o wasgu'r trwyn ceir gwaed, ac o fegino llid ceir cynnen.