48 And mony flytit on him, that he sud be quate. But he cryʼt sae muckle the mair, an unco deal, “Thou Son oʼ Dauvid! hae mercy on me!”
Than war brocht till him wee bairns, that he soud pit hauns on them, and gie them his blessin: and the disciples challenged them.
And the folk challenged them, that they soud haud their whisht. But they skreighʼt oot the mair, “Lord, hae mercie on us, thou Son oʼ Dauvid!”
And as Jesus gaed forrit, twa blinʼ men followʼt him, cryinʼ oot and sayin, “Son oʼ Dauvid! hae mercie on us!”
And they war bringin till him bairns, that he soud touch them; but the disciples challenged them that brocht them.
But eʼen while he spak, cam they frae the kirk‐elderʼs hoose to say, “Yere dochterʼs deid! Hoo sood ye fash the Master mair?”
And they that gaed afore flyted at him that he micht be quate; but sae muckle the mair cryʼt he oot, “Son oʼ Dauvid! hae pitie on me!”
Wiʼ aʼ prayer and pleadin, prayin aye iʼ the Spirit; and watchin iʼ the same, wiʼ aʼ tholin and pleadin, for aʼ the saunts;
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.