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Matthew 24:11 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

11 “And mony fause prophets sal rise, and lead mony a‐gley.

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Matthew 24:11
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“And, sin owerflowin, the love oʼ mony sal grow cauld.


“For thar sal rise fause Christs, and fause prophets, and they sal schaw unco signs and ferlies; sae as to lead awa, gin it war possible, eʼen the waled‐oot theirsels.


“For mony sal come in my name, sayin, ‘I am the Anointit Ane!’ and sal lead mony a‐gley.


“Tak ye tent oʼ fause‐prophets, whilk come tʼye in sheepʼs‐cleedin, but iʼ the hinner‐end are devoorin wolves!


“For thar sal staun up fause Christs, and fause prophets, and wull schaw tokens and wunner‐warks, that they may lead awa, gin it war possible, eʼen the chosen anes.


“And frae amang yersels sal men rise up, speakin thrawn doctrines, sae as to wyle awa followers eftir them.


But the Spirit says in express words, that iʼ the hinmaist times, some wull gang agley frae the faith, takin tent to beguilin spirits, and to teachins oʼ demons,


But thar war fause‐prophets amang the folk; as eʼen amang you wull thar be fause‐teachers: sic as wull hidlins bring in diabolical sects eʼen denying the Lord wha bocht them; bringin doon on theirsels sudden destruction.


Bairns, it is the last ʼoor; and, eʼen as ye heard tell that antichrist is comin, eʼen noo antichrists are mony; and sae we come to ken it is the last ʼoor.


Thir things I wrate to ye, anent thae that beguile ye.


Weel‐loeʼd anes! lippen‐ye‐na aʼ spirits, but try the spirits, gin they be oʼ God! for mony fause‐prophets are gane oot intil the warld.


For thar slippit in a wheen men, oʼ wham it was putten‐doon lang syne, that this soud be their condemnation, ungodlie anes — oor Godʼs lovin‐favor turnin intil wantonness, and disownin oor only Lord Jesus Christ.


And the beast was taen, and wiʼ him the fause‐prophet, he that did the ferlies afore him, by whilk he beguiled thae that took the brand oʼ the beast, and thae giean worship to his image; and the twa war cuisten, leevin, intil the loch oʼ fire, lowin wiʼ brunstane.


Lean sinn:

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