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Luke 6:8 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

8 Noo he kent their thochts; natheless he says to the man wiʼ his haun dwined awa, “Rise ye, and staun forth iʼ the mids!” And he raise, and stude forth.

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Luke 6:8
19 Iomraidhean Croise  

And Jesus, kennin their thochts, says, “Why soud ye think ill in yere hearts?


And quoʼ he to the man wiʼ the wizzenʼd haun, “Staun forth iʼ the mids!”


And seein her, Jesus spak oot, and said to her, “Wumman! ye are lowsed frae yer fecklessness!”


But Jesus kennin their thochts, says to them, “Why are ye debatin iʼ yere hearts?


And Jesus said to them, “I quaisten ye: is it lawfuʼ on the Sabbath to do gude, or to do ill? to save a life, or to destroy it?”


And needit‐na that ony soud tell him aboot a man, for he kent aʼ that was in man.


He says to him the third time, “Simon, son oʼ John! treasur ye me me?” Peter was wae that he said to him the third time, “Treasur ye me?” And he said to him, “Lord! thou kens aʼ things; thou weel kens I treasur thee?” Jesus says to him, “Feed my puir sheep!


“I maun do the warks oʼ him that sent me, while it is day: the nicht comes on, when man canna work.


“Yet, on nae accoont, dae I haud my life loʼesome to mysel, gin sae I may end weel my coorse, and the darg gien me by the Lord Jesus; to testify to the Blythe‐message oʼ Godʼs favor!


“For weel kens the King aboot thir things; afore wham eʼen wiʼ aʼ freedom am I speakin: for I am no perswadit that ony oʼ thae things hae escapit him; for this wasna dune hidlins.


And no bein fleyʼt in ony thing by thae opposin their sels: whilk, in truth, is for them a token oʼ destruction, but oʼ yere salvation; and this frae God.


And thar isna a creatit thing that can be hidden frae his sicht; but aʼ things are nakit and laid bare to the een oʼ him wham we hae to do wiʼ.


Forasmuckle than as Christ has sufferʼt iʼ the flesh, airm ye yersels wiʼ the same ettlin: for he that has tholed iʼ the flesh has gotten rest frae sin!


“And Iʼse slay her bairns wiʼ death; and aʼ the Kirks sal come to ken that I am he that rypes the inwarts and the heart; and I wull return ye — ilk ane — conform to yere warks.


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