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Matthew 22:13 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

13 “Than said the King to his servants, ‘Bind him haun‐and‐fit, and cast him oot intil the deid‐mirk; thar wull be greetin and cherkin oʼ teeth!’

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Matthew 22:13
21 Iomraidhean Croise  

“Or, hoo sal ane come intil a strang manʼs hauld, and poind his gear, gin he divna first shackle doon the strang man, and than herrie his hoose?


“ ‘Lat baith grow thegither till the hairst; and at hairst‐time I wull say to the shearers, “Gaither ye thegither the tares first, and burn them; but gaither ye the wheat intil my barn.’ ”


“And sal cast them intil the lowin furnace; there sal be maenin and cherkin oʼ teeth!


“And sal cast them into the lowin furnace: there sal he maenin and cherkin oʼ teeth!”


“And sal smite him through; and his faʼ sal be wiʼ aʼ the fause anes: thar sal be greetin and cherkin oʼ teeth.


“ ‘And cast ye the ungainfuʼ servant intil the ooter mirk; thar sal be greetin and cherkin oʼ teeth.’


“But the sons oʼ the kingdom sal be cuisten oot intil the mirk oot‐by: thar sal be greetin and cherkin oʼ teeth!”


“Thar sal be maenin and girnin, whan ye see Abraʼm and Isaac, and Jaucob, and aʼ the prophets, iʼ the Kingdom oʼ God, and ye yersels cuisten oot!


“Truly, truly say I tʼye, Whan ye war young, ye girt yersel, and stappit oot whaur ye wad; but whan ye sal be auld, ye sal rax oot yere hauns, and anither sal gird ye, and cairry ye whaur ye wad‐na.”


And comin till us, he liftit Paulʼs girdle, and fankit his ain feet and hauns, and quoʼ he, “Thir things says the Holie Spirit, ‘The man whase aucht this girdle, sal the Jews sae binʼ in Jerusalem, and gie him intil Gentile hauns.’ ”


Noo, as they heard thae things, they war stricken to the heart, and they gnashʼt at him wiʼ their teeth.


Wha, in truth, sal dree punishment, eʼen everlastin destruction frae the presence oʼ the Lord, and frae the glorie oʼ his pooer.


Thir are waal‐ees wantin the watir; mists carryʼt wiʼ the wund; for wham the gloom oʼ mirkness is keepit for aye.


For gin God didna spare Angels whan they sinned — castin them to hell — and deliverin them ower to dungeons oʼ gloom, keepit for judgment;


Wild waves oʼ the sea, foamin oot oʼ their ain shame; gangrel starns, for wham black mirkness has been keepit for aye.


Angels too, thae wha mainteenʼd‐na their ain station, but left their ain place, has he keepit for judgment oʼ a great day, in evir‐durin bonds, in mirkness.


And in naegate sal enter intilʼt ocht that defiles, nor ane that dis abomination, or is a leear; but thae wha are putten‐doon iʼ the Lambʼs Buik‐oʼ‐Life.


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