And he loot them gang. And the foul spirits gaed oot, and gaed intil the swine; and the herd rushed doon the scaur intil the Loch: aboot twa thoosand; and war drooned iʼ the Loch.
“Wha wadna fear thee, O Lord, and laud heigh thy name! For thou only art holie; for aʼ nations sal come and loot doon afore thee; for thy holie commauns are made kent.”
And the fowr leevin‐anes, ilk ane oʼ them, had sax wings, and war fuʼ oʼ een aroond and within; and rest‐they‐na, day nor nicht, sayin, “Holie, holie, holie! Lord God Almichty, wha Was, and wha Is, and whar Is‐to‐Come!”