Whiles he was speakin, lo! a clud oʼ brichtness cam ower them; and a voice cam oot oʼ the clud, sayin, “This is my Son! the Beloved, wham I delicht in! Hear ye till him!”
“Gin ony ane is for comin to me, and hates‐na his faither and mither, and wife and weans, and brithers and sisters — aye, and his ain life as weel — he canna become my disciple!
“He is like to a man biggin a hoose, wha howkit deep, and laid a fundation on a rock; and, a spate comin, the torrent struck sair again that hoose, and coud‐na ding it, for it was biggit on a rock.
“And thir on the rock are they wha, whan they hear, wiʼ joy welcome the word; but they hae nae rute — wha believe for a wee, and in time oʼ trial faʼ away.
“And ither some fell intil the gude grunʼ; and brairdin, brocht forth frute, a hunner‐fauld.” Thir things sayin, he cryʼt alood, “He wha has lugs to hear, let him hear!”
Than said the Jews to him, “Noo ken we ye hae a deevil; for Abrʼam is deid, and the Prophets are deid; and ye say, ‘Gin a man keep my sayin, he sal neʼer pree oʼ death.’