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Luke 7:37 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

37 And see! a wumman oʼ the citie, wha was an ill‐dooer, whan she kent that he was sittin at meat iʼ the Phariseeʼs hoose, she gat her an alabaster cruse oʼ perfume,

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Luke 7:37
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“Whilk oʼ thae twa did his faitherʼs wull?” They say till him, “The first ane.” Jesus says to them, “Truly say I tʼye, that the tax‐men and the harlots gang intil the Kingdom oʼ Heeven afore ye!


“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 aʼ saw it; and they war mutterin, sayin, “He has gane wiʼ a sinner to bide!”


And the Pharisees and their Writers war yammerin at his disciples, sayin, “Hoo isʼt that ye eat and drink wiʼ tax‐men and reprobates?”


“I hae‐na come to win richtous anes, but sinfuʼ anes to repentance.”


“The Son oʼ Man is come, eatin and drinkin; and ye say, ‘See! a man oʼ gluttony, and a wine‐tippler; a freend oʼ tax‐men and the ill‐deedie!’


And a certain ane oʼ the Pharisees wad hae him come and eat wiʼ him: and gaun intil the hoose oʼ the Pharisee, he sat doon to meat.


It was the same Mary wha anointit the Lord wiʼ the ointment, and dightit his feet wiʼ her hair, whase brither Lazarus was ill.


Sae they caʼd back again the man that had been blinʼ, and quoʼ they to him, “Gie the praise to God! we aʼ ken that this man is no a gude man.”


“We ken that God hears‐na ill men; but gin ane worships God, and dis his wull, him he hears.


But God commends his ain love to us, in that eʼen while we war yet in sin, Christ deeʼt for us.


Leal the word! and wordie oʼ aʼ takin‐till ane, “That Christ Jesus cam into the world, sinners to save!” oʼ wham a chieftain am I!


Kennin this, that to a just man the Law isna laid doon, but to lawless and disobedient anes, ungodly and sinfuʼ, irreligious and profane, slayers oʼ faithers and slayers oʼ mithers, blude‐shedders,


And, gin the richtous ane jimply be saved, whaur sal the ungodly and the sinner schaw theirsels?


Lean sinn:

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