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Matthew 27:4 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

4 Sayin, “I hae sinned, in deliverin up innocent blude!” But quoʼ they, “What isʼt to us? See ye tillʼt yersel!”

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Matthew 27:4
33 Iomraidhean Croise  

And as he was on the Judgment‐seat, his wife sent till him, sayin, “Hae ye nocht to do wiʼ yon just man! for I hae dreeʼt mony things this day in a dream, on his accoont.”


And the officer, and they that war watchin Jesus, whan they saw the yirth trimmle, and the things that war dune, war uncolie fleyʼt, sayin, “Truly, this was Godʼs Son!”


But he, a third time said to them, “Why, whatna ill has he dune? I faund naething wordie oʼ death in him! Wiʼ a chastisement, thar‐for, I wull release him!”


“To us, richt eneuch; for we are eʼen winnin oor deservins; but this Ane did naething wrang!”


And the Captain, seein aʼ that had come aboot, was giean God glorie, sayin, “In vera truth, this man was richtous!”


The Jews answerʼt, “We hae oor ain law, and aneath oor law he soud dee, for that he maks his sel Godʼs Son!”


“And eʼen though they faund nae cause oʼ death in him, yet demandit they oʼ Pilate that he soud be slain.


Noo we ken that whatsoeʼer the Law says, it says it to thae that are aneath the Law; sae that ilka mouʼ may be stoppit, and the hail warld may come aneath the judgments oʼ God.


Speakin lees in doobleness, seared as wiʼ a het airn iʼ their ain conscience,


God they profess to ken; but iʼ their warks they deny him; bein abominable and dour, and until aʼ gude warks rejeckit.


For siccan a Heigh‐Priest as this for us was aye meet, wha was holie, innocent, uncorrupt, sindry frae sinners, and made to be aboon the heevens.


But wiʼ maist precious blude (as oʼ a lamb wantin blemish or spot), oʼ Ane Anointit;


No like Cain, wha was oʼ the Ill‐ane, and slew his brither. And for why did he slay him? For that his warks war ill, and his britherʼs richtous.


“And they that dwall on the yirth rejoice ower them, and are blythe; and they send presents ane to anither; for thir twa prophets wadna lat‐be them dwallin on the yirth.


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