1 Geiriau Agur fab Jaceh o Massa. Dyma'i eiriau i Ithiel, i Ithiel ac Ucal:
1The words of Agur the son of Jakeh, even the prophecy: the man spake unto Ithiel, even unto Ithiel and Ucal,
2 Yr wyf yn fwy anwar na neb; nid oes deall dynol gennyf.
2Surely I am more brutish than any man, and have not the understanding of a man.
3 Ni ddysgais ddoethineb, ac nid wyf yn dirnad deall yr Un Sanctaidd.
3I neither learned wisdom, nor have the knowledge of the holy.
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?
4Who hath ascended up into heaven, or descended? who hath gathered the wind in his fists? who hath bound the waters in a garment? who hath established all the ends of the earth? what is his name, and what is his son's name, if thou canst tell?
5 Y mae pob un o eiriau Duw wedi ei brofi; y mae ef yn darian i'r rhai sy'n ymddiried ynddo.
5Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
6 Paid ag ychwanegu dim at ei eiriau, rhag iddo dy geryddu, a'th gael yn gelwyddog.
6Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.
7 Gofynnaf am ddau beth gennyt; paid �'u gwrthod cyn imi farw:
7Two things have I required of thee; deny me them not before I die:
8 symud wagedd a chelwydd ymhell oddi wrthyf; paid � rhoi imi dlodi na chyfoeth; portha fi �'m dogn o fwyd,
8Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me:
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.
9Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
10 Paid � difr�o gwas wrth ei feistr, rhag iddo dy felltithio, a'th gael yn euog.
10Accuse not a servant unto his master, lest he curse thee, and thou be found guilty.
11 Y mae rhai yn melltithio'u tad, ac yn amharchu eu mam.
11There is a generation that curseth their father, and doth not bless their mother.
12 Y mae rhai yn bur yn eu golwg eu hunain, ond heb eu glanhau o'u haflendid.
12There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, and yet is not washed from their filthiness.
13 Y mae rhai yn ymddwyn yn falch, a'u golygon yn uchel.
13There is a generation, O how lofty are their eyes! and their eyelids are lifted up.
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.
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.
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":
15The horseleach hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not, It is 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".
16The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
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.
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.
18 Y mae tri pheth yn rhyfeddol imi, pedwar na allaf eu deall:
18There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not:
19 ffordd yr eryr yn yr awyr, ffordd neidr ar graig, ffordd llong ar y cefnfor, a ffordd dyn gyda merch.
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 maid.
20 Dyma ymddygiad y wraig odinebus: y mae'n bwyta, yn sychu ei cheg, ac yn dweud, "Nid wyf wedi gwneud drwg."
20Such is the way of an adulterous woman; she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no wickedness.
21 Y mae tri pheth sy'n cynhyrfu'r ddaear, pedwar na all hi eu dioddef:
21For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear:
22 gwas pan ddaw'n frenin, ffu373?l pan gaiff ormod o fwyd,
22For a servant when he reigneth; and a fool when he is filled with meat;
23 dynes atgas yn cael gu373?r, a morwyn yn disodli ei meistres.
23For an odious woman when she is married; and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.
24 Y mae pedwar peth ar y ddaear sy'n fach, ond yn eithriadol ddoeth:
24There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise:
25 y morgrug, creaduriaid sydd heb gryfder, ond sy'n casglu eu bwyd yn yr haf;
25The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer;
26 y cwningod, creaduriaid sydd heb nerth, ond sy'n codi eu tai yn y creigiau;
26The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks;
27 y locustiaid, nad oes ganddynt frenin, ond sydd i gyd yn mynd allan yn rhengoedd;
27The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands;
28 a'r fadfall, y gelli ei dal yn dy law, ond sydd i'w chael ym mhalas brenhinoedd.
28The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces.
29 Y mae tri pheth sy'n hardd eu cerddediad, pedwar sy'n rhodio'n urddasol:
29There be three things which go well, yea, four are comely in going:
30 llew, gwron ymhlith yr anifeiliaid, nad yw'n cilio oddi wrth yr un ohonynt;
30A lion which is strongest among beasts, and turneth not away for any;
31 ceiliog yn torsythu; bwch gafr; a brenin yn arwain ei bobl.
31A greyhound; an he goat also; and a king, against whom there is no rising up.
32 Os bu iti ymddwyn yn ff�l trwy ymffrostio, neu gynllwynio drwg, rho dy law ar dy enau.
32If thou hast done foolishly in lifting up thyself, or if thou hast thought evil, lay thine hand upon thy mouth.
33 Oherwydd o gorddi llaeth ceir ymenyn, o wasgu'r trwyn ceir gwaed, ac o fegino llid ceir cynnen.
33Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood: so the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.