19 “Behauld! I hae giʼen tʼye richt to tramp on serpents and scorpions, and on aʼ the pooer oʼ the enemie; and naething sal in onygate skaith ye.
“They sal tak up vipers; and gin aiblins they drink ony deidly draught, it sal be nae ill to them; they sal lay hauns on the sick, and they sal be weel!”
“Or, gin he soud ask for an egg, wha wad gie him a scorpion?
Natheless, he sheuk aff the beasʼ intil the lowe, and gat nae skaith:
But the God oʼ peace sal ding Sautan aneath yere feet sune! The tender‐love oʼ oor Lord Jesus Christ be wʼye!
“And gif ony man wad do them skaith, a lowe comes oot oʼ their mouʼ and devoors their faes; and gif ony ane wad do them skaith, sae maun he be slain.