Noo I am blythe to suffer on yere behauf, and am fillin up what was wantin oʼ the Christ‐tribulations in my flesh, on account oʼ his body, that is the kirk:
Look! we caʼ thae happy wha tholed. Oʼ Jobʼs patience ye hae heard; and the end the Lord had in view ye saw: that the Lord is oʼ muckle tender‐love, and fuʼ oʼ compassion.
“Be‐na‐fleyʼt as to whatna things ye are to dree. And look! the Enemy is aboot to cast some oʼ ye intil thrall, that ye may be testit; and yeʼse hae dool ten days. Be ye leal to death, and I wull gie ye the croon oʼ Life!