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Matthew 23:7 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

7 “And courtesie iʼ the merkits, and to be caʼd ‘Maister! Maister!’ oʼ men.

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Matthew 23:7
19 Iomraidhean Croise  

“But to what sal I even this race? It is like bairns sittin iʼ the merkit‐place, and cryin oot to their marrows,


“But be‐na ye caʼd ‘Maister;’ for ye hae ae Maister, Christ; and aʼ ye are brethren.


And Judas, wha betrayʼt him, spak, and quoʼ he, “Isʼt I, Maister?” He says till him, “Eʼen as ye say!”


And at ance he cam to Jesus, and said, “Hail, Maister!” wiʼ unco kissin.


And Jesus, answerin him, says, “What wad ye that I soud do till ye?” And the blinʼ man said, “Lord! that I may hae my sicht!”


And Peter caʼin to minʼ, says to him, “Maister! see: the fig‐tree ye bannʼd, is aʼ dwined awa!”


And in his teachin, quoʼ he, “Tak tent oʼ the Scribes! wha like to gang aboot in lang goons, and loʼe compliments iʼ the merkits,


And comin, he gaes straucht to him, and says, “Maister, Maister!” and kissʼt him.


And Peter answerin, says to Jesus, “Maister, it is bonnie for us to be here! and lat us mak thrie bothies; for thee ane; and for Moses ane; and for Elijah ane!”


“Wae for ye, Pharisees! for that ye glaum at the heid‐places iʼ the kirks, and compliments iʼ the merkits.


And Jesus turned him aboot, and saw them comin, and quoʼ he, “What are ye seekin?” And they said “Rabbi (meanin Maister) whaur dwall ye?”


Nathaniel cryʼt oot, “Maister, Ye are Godʼs Son! Ye are Israʼlʼs King!”


The disciples say to him, “Maister! the Jews eʼen noo ettled to stane ye, and wull ye gang thar‐awa again?”


Jesus says to her, “Mary!” She turned hersel, and cries oot, “Rabboni!” as muckle as to say, “Maister!”


And he cam iʼ the mirk oʼ the nicht to Jesus, and quoʼ he, “Maister! we aʼ ken ye are a Teacher frae God; for nane could do sic wunner‐works as ye do, gin God warna wiʼ him!”


And till John they cam, sayin, “Maister! the Ane that was ayont Jordan wiʼ ye, the Ane ye bure witness till — dʼye ken heʼs bapteezin, and aʼ the folk come till HIM?”


But atween times his disciples war ask‐askin him, “Maister! wull ye no eat?”


And whan they had fund him on the ither side oʼ the sea, quoʼ they to him, “Rabbi, whan cam ye here?”


And his disciples speirʼt at him, “Maister! whase sin wasʼt? the manʼs ain sin, or his faither and mitherʼs, that he was born blinʼ?”


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