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Matthew 17:5 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

5 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!”

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Matthew 17:5
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“Tent ye, my Servant, my Chosen, my Beloved! My saul is weel‐pleased in him. I wull lay my Spirit on him, and he sal schaw true judgment to the nations.


And whan the disciples heard, they fell on their faces, fearin uncolie.


And tak tent! a voice oot oʼ the lift, sayin, “This is my Son, my Beloved, in wham I delicht!”


And a voice cam frae Aboon, “Thou art the Beloved, My Son; in Thee I delicht!”


And thar cam a clud ower‐shadin them; and a voice spak oot oʼ the clud, “This is my Son! The Beloved! Hear ye till him!”


And the Holie Spirit cam doon in bodily form like a doo upon him; and a voice cam oot oʼ the heevens, “Thou art my Son, the Beloved Ane; in Thee I delicht!”


“For God sae loved the warld as to gie his Son, the Only‐Begotten Ane, that ilka ane wha lippens till him sudna dee, but hae Life for aye.


“The Faither loʼes his Son; and gies aʼ things intil his hauns.


“And the Faither his sel wha sent me, has gien witness oʼ me. Ye nevir heard his voice, nor saw his form!


And whan he had said thir things, while they war lookin on, he was liftit up; and a clud happit him oot oʼ their sicht.


“This is yon Moses, wha said to the children oʼ Israʼl, ‘A Prophet sal the Lord yere God raise up to ye oʼ yere brethren, like to me.’


To the praise oʼ the glorie oʼ his lovin‐favor, wiʼ whilk he favored us in the Beloved Ane:


Wha deliverʼt us oot oʼ the pooer oʼ the mirkness, and translatit us intil the Kingdom oʼ the Son oʼ his love.


And bein perfetit, becam to aʼ thae obeyin him the fundation oʼ an endless salvation;


Tak tent! he comes in cluds, and every ee sal see him, and they that pierced him; and aʼ the tribes oʼ the yirth sal maen for him.


And I saw, and look! a white clud; and on the clud Ane sittin, like tae the Son oʼ Man, wiʼ a croon oʼ gowd upon his heid, and in his haun a shairp sickle.


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