Sunday, 11 August 2019

Mass readings in Scots: Nineteenth Sunday of the Year (Year C)


First reading
Wisdom 18: 6-9

For thon nicht wes kent afore bi oor faithers,
Sae as, kennin certie the aiths they haed lippent, they micht be o better courage.
Sae thy fowk gat the salvation o the juist, an ruinage o the unjuist.
For, as thou punisht the faemen,
sae thou did anaw hert up an glorifie us.
For the juist bairns o guid men wes offerin sacrifice hiddlins,
an they wi ane mind ordert a law o justice:
sae as the juist soud git baith guid an evil efter ane,
singin nou the praises o the faithers.

[Own translation: level 2 (2/08/19). Details of translation process here]


Gospel reading
Luke 12: 32-48

[And Jesus says to his disciples,] “Be-na fear’t, ye wee hirsel, mickle lov’d! for weel-pleased was
yere Faither to gift ye the Kingdom.

"Sell yere plenishin, and gie awmous: mak to ye wallets that dinna wax auld; gear nevir failin aboon whaur nae reiver comes nar, nor moth dis destroy! For yer heart will be whaur yere best gear is! Lat yere loins be girt, and yere crusies lowin. And yersels like servants lookin for their Maister, whan he comes frae the bridal; that whan he comes and tirls, straught they may open to him. Weel fa' thae servants wham the Maister, whan he comes hame, sal fin' watchin! Truly say I t’ye, he wall gird his sel, and gar them set-to, and comin nigh, sal ser’ them. And gif aiblins he comes i’ the second watch, or gif he comes i’ the third watch, and fin’ it sae, weel-fa’ thae servants! But tak ye weel tent o’ this: Did the gudeman jalouse the ’oor the reiver wad come, he wad hae keepit watch, and no latten his hoose be howkit throwe. And ye too, be winnin ready! for in an ’oor ye're no thinkin o’, the Son o’ Man comes.”

And Peter spak: “Lord div ye speak this parable to us, or to a’ the folk?” And the Lord says, “Wha
than, is the true leal steward, the canny ane, wham his maister wull set ower his hame-servants, to gie them at due times the portion o’ their meat? Weel fa’ that servant, wham his maister, gif he comes, sal fin’ sae doin! Truly say I t’ye, he wull set him ower a’ that he has. But gin aiblins that servant soud say within his sel, 'My lord is lang i’ the hame-comin! and soud begin to clour the lads and the lasses, and to be eatin and drinkin, and makin his sel fou; the lord o' that servant wull come hame in a day he looks-na for him, and in an ’oor when he isna takin tent; and wull cut him sindry, and wull gie him his pairt wi’ the fause anes!

“And the servant wha cam to ken his lord’s wull, and naither gat his sel ready, nor wrocht oot his wull, sal be sair cloured. But he that didna come to ken, and did deeds ca’in for stripes, sal hae the sma’ punishment. And ilka ane that gat muckle, sal hae muckle required o’ him; and frae him wha had muckle committit to him, wull they seek the mair."

[From The New Testament in Braid Scots William Wye Smith (1904) here]

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