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Luik 12:18 - Tha Fower Gospels ïn Ulstèr-Scots 2021

18 Sae he saed tae hissel, ‘A ken whut A'll dae, A'll tummle ma barns an big yins that'll houl aa ma grain an guids.

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Luik 12:18
11 ပူးပေါင်းရင်းမြစ်များ  

Luk at tha burds o tha air; the' dïnnae sow ner reap ner hoord awa ïn barns, an yit yer heivenlie Faither feeds thaim. Ir yous no warth faur mair ner thaim?


An he swuthered aboot whut he wus gaun tae dae, fer he haed nae ruim tae store ït aa.


An A'll say tae masel: A hae plentie lef bye me tae dae me fer monie a yeir, sae A'll jist ait, drïnk an hae a guid time tae masel.’


In tha same wye tha man's a fool that gethers up stuff fer hissel, an haesnae stored up tha richt soart o treysure wi God.”


Luk at tha craws, the' nether sow ner reap an hae nae barns tae store oniethin ïn, yit the' get eneuch tae dae thaim, fer God feeds thaim. Ir yous no warth mair tae hïm than a wheen o burds?


At tha stairt tha judge niver bothert: fer a lang time he dïd naethin. But then he saed tae hissel, ‘Tha mair A dïnnae fear God or care aboot fowk, still wi aa, A wull halp oot thïs weeda wumman, fer she's giein me that much bother. A'm scunnèrt wi hir aye rinnin tae me!’ ”


Tha Loard went on, “Yis unnèrstan whut tha baad judge ïs sayin.


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