Saturday, 9 December 2017
Mark 1: 1-8
The first o’ the Blythe-Message o’ Jesus Christ, God’s Son. E’en as it is putten-doon by Esaiah the prophet,
Lo! I send oot my messenger afore thy face,
wha sal mak ready thy way for thy comin.
The sough o’ ane cryin oot i’ the waste,
Mak ye ready a gate for the Lord!
Mak straucht his fit-roads!
Than raise John, bapteezin i’ the muirland, and preachin repentance-baptism for the pittin-awa o’
sins. And thar gaed oot till him a’ the kintra-side o’ Judea, and a’ thae o’ Jerusalem, and war bapteez’t o’ him i’ the River Jordan, tellin oot their sins. And John was cleedit wi’camels'-hair, and had a leather belt aboot him; and he did eat locusts and rock-hinny. And quo’ he in his preachin, “Ane sterker nor I comes eftir me, the whang o’ whase shoon I am-na fit to lout doon and lowse! I watir-bapteeze ye; but he sal bapteeze ye wi’ Holie Spirit!”
(From The New Testament in Braid Scots William Wye Smith (1904) here)
Saturday, 2 December 2017
[Jesus said to his disciples:]
“Tak ye tent! watch and pray! for ye kenna whan the time is. As a man bidin in a far-awa lan’; wha has left his hoose, and gien authoritie to his servants; to ilka ane his wark; and commandit the porter to tak gude tent; tak ye gude tent, thar-for! for ye kenna whan the maister o’ the hoose comes hame; gin it be at e’en, or at midnicht, or at the cock crawin, or at the dawin; least, comin on ye o’ a suddaintie, he find ye sleepin! And what I say to you, I say to a’ -tak tent!”
[From The New Testament in Braid Scots William Wye Smith (1904) here]
Saturday, 25 November 2017
Mass readings in Scots: Feast of Our Lord Jesus Christ, Universal King (Final Sunday of the Year) (Year A)
Matthew 25: 31-46
[Jesus spak' until his disciples:] "Whan the Son o’ Man sall come in his glory, an’ a’ the haly angels wi’ him, syne sall he sit upon the throne o’ his glory, an’ afore him sall be gather’t a’ nations: an’ he sall shed them ane frae anither, as a shepherd sheddeth his sheep frae the gaits: an’ he sall set the sheep on his richt han’, but the gaits on the left. Syne sall the King say until thae on his richt han’, 'Come, ye blesset o’ my Father, inherit the kingdom preparet for you frae the fundation o’ the warld. For I was hungry, an’ ye gied me meat; I was drouthy, an’ ye gied me drink; I was a stranger, an’ ye teuk me in; Naket, an’ ye claithet me: I was ill, an’ ye visitet me; I was in prison, an’ ye cam’ until me.' Syne sall the richteous answer him, sayin’, 'Lord, whan saw we thee hungry, an’ fed thee? or drouthy, an’ gied thee drink? Whan saw we thee a stranger, an’ teuk thee in? or naket, an’ claithet thee ? Or whan saw we thee ill, or in prison, an’ cam’ until thee?' An’ the King sall answer an’ say until them, 'Verily I say unto you, inasmeikle as ye hae dune it until ane o’ the laist o’ thae my brithren, ye hae dune it until me.' Syne sall he say alsua until them on his left han’, 'Gae awa frae me, ye curset, intil the everlastin’ ﬁre preparet for the deevil an’ his angels: for I was hungry, an’ ye gied me nae meat; I was drouthy, an’ ye gied me nae drink; I was a stranger, an’ ye didna tak’ me in; naket, an’ ye didna claithe me; ill, an’ in prison, an’ ye didna visit me.' Syne sall they alsua answer him, sayin’, 'Lord, whan saw we thee hungry, or drouthy, or a stranger, or naket, or ill, or in prison, an’ didna minister until thee?' Syne sall he answer them, sayin’, 'Verily I say unto you, inasmeikle as ye didna do it til ane o’ the laist o’ thae, ye didna do it til me.' An’ thae sall gae awa intil everlastin’ punishment; but the richteous intil life eternal."
[From The Gospel of St. Matthew, Translated Into Lowland Scotch, by George Henderson (1862) here]