A prayer of contrition draw from the Chaldean book of Oracles, translated and adapted for Gaelic use by Brock Adams, The following is intended for use as the working in an Iobairt. Running water is preferred to still, though water from a sacred well is best of all. Water from a tub is preferred to a sink, both are preferred to a basin. Waning is best, though new and full moons are good as well. It is best performed by one's Anam Charaid, but can be performed as a solo rite in times of need, or as a purification before ceremony
Fearg an Tighearna docha e bhi air a sitheachadh The anger of the Lord may it be appeased
Tha Dia gu bheil fios agam nach eil, bhi a sitheachadh The God that I know not, be appeased
Tha Ban-Dia gu bheil fios agam nach eil, bhi a sitheachadh The Goddess i know not, be appeased
Tha Dia aithnichte no neo-aithnichte, bhi a sitheachadh The God known or unknown, be appeased
Tha chridhe mo Dhia, bhi air a sitheachadh The heart of my God be appeased
Tha fearg mo Dhia agus mo Bhan-dia, Bhi air a sitheachadh
The heart of my God and of my Goddess, Be appeased
Dia a tha feargach rium an aghaidh, air sitheachadh The God who is angry against me, be appeased
Eucor an aghaidh Dia tha fios agam nach eil, tha mi a' gealltainn
An offence against a God i knew not, i have committed
Eucor an aghaidh a Bhan-Dia cha robh fios agam, Tha mi a' gealltainn
An offence against a Goddess I knew not I have committed
Am ainm grasmhor, faodaidh an Dia cha robh fios agam, ainm
A gracious name, may the God I knew not, name
Am ainm grasmhor, faodaidh an Bhan-Dia cha robh fios agam, ainm
A gracious name, may the Goddess I knew not, name
Am ainm grasmhor, faodaidh Dia aithnichte no neo-aithnichte, ainm
A gracious name, may the God known or unknown, name
Glan biadh mo Dhe mi air ithe gun fhioste dhaibh The pure food of my God i have unwittingly eaten
(Gl)An uisge soilleir mo Ban-Dia mi air gun fios dhaibh ol
The clear water of my Goddess I have unwittingly drunk
An toirmeasg (geassa) mo Dhia mi air ithe fiosta dhaibh The Taboo of my God I have unwittingly eaten
Gus eucoir an aghaidh mo Ban-Dia mi air gun fhiosta dhaibh, a' coiseachd
To anoffence against my Goddess I have unwittingly walked
O Thighearna, Tha mo eucoirean moran, mor a tha mo Lochdan
O Lord, my offences are many, great are my misdeeds
Mo Dhia, Tha mo eurcirean moran, mor a tha mo Lochdan
My God, My offences are many, great are my misdeeds
O Ban-Dia, aithnichte no neo-aithnicht, tha mo eucoirean moran, mor a tha m Lochdan
O Goddess, known or unknown, my offences e many, great are my misdeeds
An eucoir gu bheil mi air gealltainn, cha robh fios agam The offence that I have committed, I knew not
An Lochdan gu bheil mi air oibreachadh, cha robh fios agam The misdeeds I have wrought I knew not
An Toirmeasg (geasa), gu bheil mi air ithe, cha robh fios agam The taboo that I have eaten, I knew not
An eucoir, far a bheil I a'coiseachd, cha robh fios agam The offence, into which i walked, I knew not
An Tighearna, ann an corruich a chridhe, air a mheas mi
The Lord, in the wrath of his heart, has regarded me
Dia, ann an coirruich a chridhe air a chuairteachadh dhomh
God in the anger of his heart has surrounded me
Na Ban-Dia, a tha an agahidh feargach rium, rinn mi mar dhuinne (bhean) tinn
The Goddess, who is angry against me, hat made me like a sick man (woman)
Am Dia, aithnichte no neo-aithnichte, gu'n ainneart orm A God, known or unknown, hath oppressed me
Am Ban-Dia, ainm neo-aithnichte no, gu'n dh'oibrich mi bron
A Goddess, known or unknown, hath wrought me sorrow
Tha mi 'sireadh cuidheachadh, ach cha ghabh mi mo lamh I sought for help, but none took my hand
Ghuili, ach cha robh thainig mo taobh I wept, but none came by my side
Ghlaodh I mach, agus cha robh neach ann a chuala mi gun robh
I cried aloud, and there was none that heard me
'S mise lan trioblaid, gnothach, agus nach eil nearbh a' coimhead suas
I am full of trouble, overpowered, and haven't the nerve to look up
A mo Dhia trocaireach I tionndadh, labhairt mi m'urnuidh To my merciful God I turn, I utter my prayer
Casan mo Bhan-Dia I pog, mi beantuinn riu The feet of my Goddess I kiss, I touch them
Air a Dhia, ainm neo-aithnichte no, cuir mi, labhairt mi m'urnaigh
To the God, known or unknown, I turn I utter my prayer
Air a Bhan-Dia, ainm neo-aithnichte no, cuir mi, labhairt mi m'urnaigh
To the Goddess, known or unknown, I turn, I utter my prayer
O Thighearna, Cuir do ghnuis dhomh, gheibh m'urnuigh
O Lord, turn thy face to me, receive my prayer
O Bhan-Dia, Cuir gu grasmhor, gheibh m'urnuigh O Goddess, turn graciously to me, recieve my prayer
O Dhe, aithnichte no neo-aithnichte, cuir do ghnuis dhomh, gheibh m'urnaigh
O God, known or unknown, turn thy face to me, receive my prayer
O Bhan-Dia, ainm neo-aithnichte no, cuir gu caoimhneil rium, gheibh m'urnaigh
O Goddess, known or unknown, turn graciously to me, receive my prayer
De cho fada, O mo Dhia, leig do chridhe bhi riaraichte How long, O my God, let thy heart be appeased
De cho fada, O mo, Bhan-Dia, leig do chridhe bhi riaraichte
How long, O my Goddess, let thy heart be appeased
O Dhe, aithnichte no neo-aithnichte, leig do d'chridhe thilleadh gu churruich aite
O God, known or unknown, let thy heart's anger return to it's place
O Bhan-Dia, ainm, neo-aithnichte no, leig do d'chridhe naimhdeil a thilleadh gu a aite
O Goddess, known or unknown, let thy hostile heart return to it's place
'chinne-Daonna a tha gorach, agus tha fios gu bheil gin
Mankind are foolish, and there are none that knoweth
Mar sin tha moran iad - a fios dad? So many are they – who knoweth aught
Co dhuibh a ni iad math no olc, chan eil fios aig aon Whether they do evil or good, no one knoweth
O Thighearna, a thilgeadh air falbh cha d'sheirbhiseach O Lord, cast not away thy servant
Ann an uisgeachan de lathaich e na laighe, a ghlacadh a laimh
In the waters of mire he lies, sieze his hand
Na lochdan a rinn mi, 'tionndadh gu beannachd The misdeeds I have done, turn to a blessing
Na h-eucoirean, a tha I air gealltain, faodaidh a 'ghaoth' giulan air falbh
The offences which I have committed, may the wind bear away
Mo eugsamhuil eucoirean stialladh air falbh mar eidheadh My manifold offences strip off like a garment
O mo Dhia, mo eucoireann tha naoi mar naoi, Mathanas dhomh (m') eucoirean
O my God, my offences are nine times nine, forgive my offences
O mo BhanDia, mo eucoirean faoi naoi mar naoi, mathanas dhomh m'eucoirean
O my Goddess, my offences are nine time nine, forgive my offences
Dia, aithnichte no neo-aithnichte faoi naoi mar naoi, mathanas dhom m'eucoirean
God, known or unknown my offences are nine times nine, forgive my transgressions
Maitheanas mo chiotan, airson mi fhin irioslachadh romhad
forgive my offences, for I humble myself before thee
Do chridhe mar a mhathair, 's docha tha e a 'tilleadh gu a h-aite
Thy heart like a mother's, may it return to it's place
Mar mhathair gun d'rug clann Like a mother that hath born children
Mar athair a bheil iad ginte Like a father that that begotten them
'S docha tha e a 'tionndadh arithist gu na aite May it turn again to its place
Glanaidh mi do mo h-eucoirean, agus suas mi mo Dire
Cleanse me of my offences, and raise for me my Honour-price
Place baptising hand in water
'S na tha naodh gatha greine In the nine rays of the sun
Mar a dh'ionnlaid Bhrighid a Machan as Brigit bathed her sons
Am bainne brac na breine In the rich fermented milk
Gaol a bhi 'na m'aodann, Love be in my countenance
Caomh a bhi 'na m'ghnuis Benevolencein my mind
Caora meala 'na mo theanga Dew of honey Iin my tongue
M'anail mar an tuis my breath as the incense
Gum bu suileach, cluasach, briahrach Dia All-seeing, all-hearing, all-inspiring may God be
Da m'riarachadh, is da m' neartachadh; To satisfy and strengthen me;
Gum bu dall, bodhar, balbh, sion sior, Blind, deaf, and dumb, ever, ever be
Mo luchd tair is mo luchd taimhlis My contemnors and my mockers
Falhaidh mi an ainme Dhe, I will travel in the name of God
An riochd feih, and riochd each In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse
And riochd nathrach, and riochd righ: In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king
Is treasa lion fin na le gach neach Better will it be with me than with all others
Flick/ Laddel/ pour 3 offerings of water to the gods, and spirits present, then anointing your brow with each grace in turn:
Ionnlaime do (mo) bhasa    I Bathe thy (my) palms 
Ann am frasa fiona                 In showers of wine 
Ann am liu nam lasa               In he lustral fire 
Ann an naoinh siona                In the nine/ blessed elements 
Ann am subh craobh               In the juice of the rasps 
Ann am bainne meala             In the milk of honey 
Is cuirime na naoi buaidhean   I place the nine graces 
glana caon                               Of pure choice 
Ann do (mo) ghruaidhean         In thy (my) face 
caomha geala                           of fair fondeness 
Buaidh cruth                    The grace of form 
Buaidh guth                      The grace of voice 
Buaidh rath                       The grace of fortune 
Buaidh math                    The grace of goodness 
Buaidh chnoc                   The grace wisdom 
Buaidh bhochd                The grace of charity 
Buaidh na roga finne         The grace of choice maidenliness 
Buaidh na fior eireachdais The grace of whole souled loveliness 
Buaidh na deagh labhraidh The grace of goodly speech 
Is dubh am baile ud thall       Dark is yonder town 
Is dubh na daoine th'ann               Dark are those therein 
Is tu an eala dhonn                      You are the brown swan 
Ta dol a steach 'n an ceann           Going in amognst them 
Ta cridhe fo do chonn                  their hearts are under thy control 
Ta an teanga fo do bhonn            their tongues are beneath thy sole 
'S a chaoidh cha chan iad bhonn Nor will they utter a word 
Facail is oil leat                          that will give thee offense 
Is dubhar thu ri teas          A shade art thou in the heat 
Is seasgar thu ri fuachd            A shelter art thou in the cold 
Is suilean thu dha'n dall            Eyes art thou to the blind 
Is crann dh' an deoraidh thruagh  A staff art thou to the pilgrim 
Is eilean thu air muir                 An island art thou at sea 
Is cuisil thu air tir                      A fortress art thou on land 
Is fuaran thu am fasach              A well art thou in the desert 
Is slainte dha'n ti tha tinn            Health art thou to the ailing 
Is tu sonas gach ni eibhinn Thou art the joy of all joyous things 
Is tu solas gath na greine           Thou art the light beam of the sun 
Is tu dorus flath na feile             Thou art the door of the chief of hospitality 
Is tu cora reul an iuil                 Thou art the surpassing star of guidance 
Is tu ceum feidh nan ardu          Thou art the step of the deer on the hill 
Is tu ceum steud nam blaru       Thou art the step of the steed of the plain 
Is tu seimh eal an t-snamhu       Thou art the grace of the swan of swimming 
Is tu ailleagan gach run            Thou art the loveliness of all lovely desires 
Mathanas dhomh m'eucoirean Forgive my transgressions
Agus cuireadh mi leum do ghrasda and bring me into your grace
Air d'am b'ainm n'am tridsan n;am ghras, amhain On the name of the trinity of grace, so mote it be