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Matthew 9:18 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

18 And, meanwhile he was speakin thir things till them, behauld! a certain Ruler cam, and loutit doon afore him, sayin, “My dochter maun eʼen noo be deid! But come and pit thy haun ower her, and she sal leeve!”

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Matthew 9:18
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And they iʼ the boat worshippʼt him, saying, “Truly thou art the Son oʼ God!”


And she cam nar, and worshippʼt him, sayin, “Lord! help me!”


And whan they war come till aʼ the folk, thar cam till him a man, loutin doon on his knees, and sayin,


Than cam till him the mither oʼ Zebedeeʼs sons, wiʼ her sons, worshippin him, and seeking a thing frae him.


And, seein him, they adored him; hoobeit, some switherʼt.


And lo! a leper cam and worshippʼt him, and said, “Lord! gin ye wad, ye coud mak me clean!”


And comin till him, they roused him, sayin, “Maister! save us: we perish!”


“Nor div men pit new wine intil auld skins; else the skins rive, and the wine skails; and the skins are destroyʼt: but they pit new wine intil new wine‐skins, and baith are keepit.”


And Jesus raise and followʼt him; and the disciples as weel.


He said to them, “Gie place: for the bairn is no deid, but is sleepin!” And they geckʼt at him, and leuch.


But the kirk‐ruler answerin (being angry that Jesus had healed on the Sabbath‐day), said to the thrang, “There are sax days to work in; on them, than, come for healin, but no on the Sabbath‐day!”


And ane speirʼt at him — a ruler — sayin, “Gude Maister; by doin what, may I hae life‐eternal?”


And a Centurionʼs servin‐man, wha was unco thocht oʼ by him, was ill, and ready to dee.


Jesus said to her, “I am the Risin‐again and the Life! Wha lippens on me, eʼen gin he dee, yet sal he leeve!


Than Mary, bein come whaur Jesus was, fell doon at his feet, sayin to him, “Lord! gin thou had been here, my brither hadna deeʼt!”


And, the law being read — and the prophets — the kirk‐rulers sent to them, and quoʼ they, “Men, brethren! gin ye hae ony word oʼ gude‐coonsel for the folk, say on!”


But sae it was, that Publiusʼ faither was ill oʼ a fivver and a bludie lax; and Paul, comin in, laid his hauns on him and prayed, and healed him.


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