Priljubljene svetopisemske vrstice iz Luke 12

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“And ye too, be winnin ready! for in an ʼoor yeʼre no thinkin oʼ, the Son oʼ Man comes.”

“But be ye seekin his Kingdom; and thir things sal be gien ower and aboon to ye.

And he said to them aʼ, “Tak tent, and keep yersels frae being sellie; for a manʼs life disna bide in his haddin or his gear.”

“For yer heart will be whaur yere best gear is!

“And wha amang ye, though he be eʼer sae fain, coud add to his measur ae span?

And he says to his disciples, “Be na putten‐to anent yere life — what ye may eat? nor yet for the body, what ye may be buskit wiʼ.

“But the vera hairs oʼ yere heid are aʼ coontit. Be‐na fearʼt; ye are better than a hantle oʼ sparrows!

“Be‐na fearʼt, ye wee hirsel, mickle lovʼd! for weel‐pleased was yere Faither to gift ye the Kingdom.

“Think oʼ the craws — that they neither saw nor shear: for whilk thar is naither girnal nor barn — and God feeds them! Are ye no a hantle better nor the fowls?

“And be‐na ye aye seekin eftir what ye are to eat, and what ye are to drink; naither staun in a swither.

“Noo, gin the foggage (whilk grows the day iʼ the park, and is cuisten intil the oven the morn), God sae brawlie busks, hoo mickle mair you, ye oʼ smaʼ faith?

“But naething is happit ower, that sanna be uncoverʼt — and hid awa, that sanna be brocht oot.