11 “I say to ye, Rise; row up yere pallet, and gang yere ways till yere ain hoose!”
And, touchʼt wiʼ rewth, he raxʼt oot his haun, and touchʼt him, and quoʼ he, “I wull; be ye clean!”
“But that ye may ken the Son oʼ Man has pooer on the yirth to forgie sins” — (he says to the paralytic),
And he raise up, and grippet his pallet, and gaed oot afore them aʼ; sae that they war clean beside theirsels, and glorifyʼt God, sayin, “We neʼer saw sic things!”
“The Spirit gies folk life: the flesh is nae profit: my words that I gie ye are spirit and are life.