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Matthew 20:1 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

1 “For the Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like till a man, a laird, wha gaed oot iʼ the dawin, to hire workers intil his vine‐yaird.

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Matthew 20:1
22 Iomraidhean Croise  

Anither parable set he afore them; and quoʼ he: “The Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like to a man, wha sawed gude seed in his croft;


Anither parable set he afore them, sayinʼ, “The Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like a mustard‐seed, whilk a man took, and plantit in his yaird.


Anither parable set he afore them: “The Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like till risin, whilk a wife took and pat in a firlot oʼ meal, till the hail was risen.”


“Again, the Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like a net cuisten intil the sea, and it gaitherʼt oʼ aʼ kinds:


“And whan he had ʼgreeʼt wiʼ the laborers for a hauf‐merk a day, he sent them intil his vine‐yaird.


“But hoo div ye judge noo? A man had twa sons; and he cam to the first ane, and quoʼ he, ‘Son, gang and work, the day, in my vine‐yaird!’


“The Kingdom oʼ Heeven is like to a King, wha made a Bridal‐feast for his son.


“Eh, Jerusalem! Jerusalem! wha slays the prophets and stanes the messengers sent to her! Hoo aft and fain would I hae gaitherʼt thy bairns thegither, like as a hen gaithers her cleckin aneath her wings! — and ye wadna.


“Than sal the Kingdom oʼ Heeven be like to ten maidens, takin ilk ane her ain crusie, and gaun oot to meet the bridegroom.


“For it is juist like a man gaun till anither lanʼ, wha caʼd till him his servants, and gied ower to them his gear.


And quoʼ he, “Repent ye aʼ! for the kingdom oʼ Heeven is at haun!”


“As a man bidin in a far‐awa lanʼ; wha has left his hoose, and gien authoritie to his servants; to ilka ane his wark; and commandit the porter to tak gude tent;


I am the richt Vine‐stock, and my Faither is the Dresser oʼ the Vine‐yaird.


Sae than, brethren beloved, be aye abidin, no to be moved; unco aboundin iʼ the Lordʼs wark aye; kennin yere toil isna in vain in the Lord.


Mak ye perfete in ilka gude thing for the workin oʼ his wull, doin in ye that whilk is weel‐pleasin afore his face, throwe Jesus Christ: tae wham be glorie for evir and evir! Amen.


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