48 “For he has lookit upon the laigh estate oʼ his handmaid; for lo! frae this oot, aʼ generations sal caʼ me blest,
And the Angel, comin in till her, says, “Joy be to ye, favored ane! The Lord is wʼye; blest be ye amang weemen!”
And raised her voice in lood exclamation, and said, “Happy ye amang weemen! and blest is the frute oʼ yere womb!
“And happy she wha lippenʼd! for thar sal be comin to pass oʼ thae things spoken to her frae the Lord.”
“For that the Michty Ane has dune to me great things; and Holie is his name!
And it cam aboot while he was speakin thir things, a particular wumman, speakin up amang the thrang, cries to him, “Fair faʼ the womb that bure thee, and the breists that thou did draw!”