43 “And for what is this come to me, that the mither oʼ my Lord soud come tae me?
And whan he was eʼen‐noo speakin to the folk, see! his mither and his brithers stude oot‐by, seekin to speak wiʼ him.
Noo, John wad hae forbidden him; and quoʼ he, “I hae need oʼ thy bapteezin, and come ye to me?”
And raised her voice in lood exclamation, and said, “Happy ye amang weemen! and blest is the frute oʼ yere womb!
“For behauld! as sune as the voice oʼ yere salutation cam to my hearin, the bairn lap iʼ my womb for joy.
“For thar is born tʼye this day, in Dauvidʼs toun, a Saviour, wha is the Anointit Lord.
“And sae naither thocht I mysel wardie to come till ye; but speak wiʼ a word, and my servin‐lad sal be hale.
“Ye caʼ me ‘Maisterʼ and ‘Lord’; and ye say weel; for sae I am.
And Tammas, answerin, said to him, “My Lord! and my God!”
Doin naething for strifeʼs sake, nor for prideʼs sake; but in humbleness oʼ mind, lookin aye on ane‐anither as bein better nor yersels.
But, in truth, doubtless I am esteemin aʼ things to be loss, for the unco preciousness oʼ the lear oʼ Jesus Christ my Lord; for wham I sufferʼt the loss oʼ aʼ things, and coont them as midden‐orts, that I may win Christ,