“But wae for ye, Scribes and Pharisees, pretenders! for ye steek up the Kingdom oʼ Heeven afore men wha wad gang in; ye naither gang in yersels, nor alloo them to gang in wha wad!
And as they war aboot to pass awa, Peter said to Jesus, “Maister! it is graun for us to be here! And lat us mak thrie bothies, ane for thee, and ane for Moses, and ane for Elijah” — no kennin richt what he was sayin.
What thoʼ God, desirin to schaw his angʼer, and to mak kent his pooer, tholed wiʼ unco patience the veschels oʼ wrath that had become fit for destruction?
In wham the god oʼ this warld made drumlie their perceptions, least they soud discern the brichtness oʼ Christʼs Joyfuʼ‐message oʼ glorie, wha is the image oʼ God.
And harlʼt doon was the great Dragon, the auld serpent, he that is caʼd “Deevil,” and “Satan,” he that wrangs the hail yirth — he was cuisʼn‐doon tae the yirth; and his angels war cuisʼn‐doon wiʼ him.
And they wull worship him aʼ they that dwall on the yirth, ilk ane whase name isna putten‐doon iʼ the Buik‐oʼ‐Life oʼ the Lamb that was slain frae the fundation oʼ the warld.
And harled him intil the abyss, and steekit it, and sealʼt it aboon him, that he soud nae mair beguile the nations, to the end oʼ the Thoosand‐year; and eftir that he bude be lowsed a wee while.