“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!”
And wiʼ muckle beseechin said, “My wee dochter is at deathʼs door; gin thou wad but come and lay thy hauns on her she wad be saved, and she wad leeve!”
And whan the sun was settin aʼ the folk, as mony as had sick anes wiʼ ony kind oʼ illness, brocht them till him, and he laid hauns on them, and healed them.
And Ananias gaed his ways, and cam intil the hoose: and layin hauns on him, says, “Saul! Brither! The Lord — Jesus, that thou saw on the way heretill — has bid me come, that ye micht hae yere sicht, and be fuʼ oʼ the Holie Spirit.”