42 Again a second time he gaed aff, and prayed, sayin, “O my Faither! gin this canna gang by me unless I drink it, Thy wull be dune!”
But Jesus answerʼt and said, “Ye kenna what ye seek! Are ye fit to drink oʼ the cup I am to drink oʼ?” They say till him, “We are fit!”
And he gaed on a wee bit yont, and fell on his face, and prayed, sayin, “O my Faither! gin it be possible, lat this cup pass by me! yet, no as I wull, but as Thou wult!”
And, comin again, he faund them sleepin; for their een had wan heavisome.
“ ‘Lat thy reign begin! Lat thy wull be dune, on the Yirth as in Heeven!
And he was cryin, “Abba, Faither! Aʼ things are possible to thee! Tak awa this cup frae me! But, it isna what I will, but what Thou wills!”
And said, “Faither! gif thou be willin, pit this cup frae me! Yet, no my wull, but thine be dune!”
“For I hae come doon frae Heeven, no to do the wull oʼ my ain, but the wull oʼ him that sent me.
For we haena a Heigh‐Priest that hasna a brither‐feelin wiʼ oor weaknesses; but ane wha was tempit in aʼ the likeness oʼ oorsels, yet wantin sin.