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Luke 16:8 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

8 “And his lord commendit the fause grieve for doin wysslie; for the bairns oʼ the warld are, in their ain generation, wysser than the bairns oʼ the licht!

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Luke 16:8
23 Iomraidhean Croise  

“And wha sal speak a word again the Son oʼ Man, it sal be forgien till him; but wha sal speak again the Holie Spirit, it sanna be forgiʼen him, naither iʼ this warld, nor in that to come!


Peter says to him, “Frae fremd folk.” Quoʼ Jesus to him, “Than their ain folk are free!


“Ane faithfuʼ and leal iʼ the least, is faithfuʼ in mickle!


“ ‘I ken what I wull do! sae that whan I am putten‐oot oʼ the grieveʼs place, they may tak me into their hooses!’


“And he said to the neist ane, ‘Hoo muckle are ye awn to my lord?’ And he said, ‘A hunner bows oʼ wheat.’ He says to him ‘Tak yere accounts, and write auchty!’


And the Lord says, “Hear ye what the fause judge says!


And Jesus said to them, “The bairns oʼ this warld mairry, and are gien in mairriage;


“But they that are coontit wordie that warld to obteen, and the Risin‐again frae the deid, naither mairry nor are gien in mairriage.


“Whilst ye hae the licht, believe iʼ the licht; sae sal ye be bairns oʼ the licht!” Thir things spak Jesus, and gaʼed awa, and keepit his sel hidlins frae them.


Lat nae ane delude his sel: gin ony ane thinks he is wyss amang ye iʼ this warld, lat him become witless, in order that he may become wyss.


For ye war at ae time mirkness; but noo are ye licht, iʼ the Lord; gang ye on as bairns oʼ the licht!


Whase hinner end is destruction, whase god is their wame, and whase glorie is in their shame; wha mind things oʼ the yirth.


For ye are bairns oʼ light; sons oʼ the day; we are‐na oʼ the nicht, nor yet oʼ the gloom.


But ye are “a waled‐oot race, priests oʼ royalty, a holie people”; a folk for his ain possession, that ye may tell oot the glories oʼ him wha bade ye oot oʼ darkness to come into his wunnerfuʼ licht.


In siclike is made kent the bairns oʼ God, and the bairns oʼ Sautan. Nae ane that disna do richtousness is oʼ God, naither he that loeʼs‐na his brither.


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