And he gaed on a wee bit yont, and fell on his face, and prayed, sayin, “O my Faither! gin it be possible, lat this cup pass by me! yet, no as I wull, but as Thou wult!”
“The Pharisee, takin his staun, prayed sae by his sel — ‘Lord! I thank thee I am‐na like the lave oʼ men, extortioners, ill‐deedie anes, adulterers — or eʼen as this tax‐man!
“But the tax‐man, staunin far yont, fearʼt to lift up sae mickle as his een till Heeven, but strack his breist, cryin, ‘Lord! be mercifuʼ toward me, the sinner!’
And whan we had passed the days, gaun forth, we war takin up oor voyage; and they aʼ, wiʼ wives and weans, convoyed us as far as oot oʼ the citie; and we loutit doon on oor knees on the sands in prayer;
But Peter pat them aʼ oot, and, faʼin on his knees, prayʼd; and turning roond to the corp, cryʼt “Tabitha! Rise!” And she opened her een; and seein Peter, sut up.
Wha, iʼ the days oʼ his flesh, eftir offerin up prayers and entreaties to him wha was strang to save him frae death, wiʼ sair ootcries and tears; and had been heard for his godly fear.