Sunday, 29 September 2019

Mass readings in Scots: Twenty-Sixth Sunday of the Year (Year C)


First reading
Amos 6:1, 4-7

[The Lord, the God o Heiven’s Micht says this:]

Wae tae thaim sittin coshie in Zion,
an thaim lippenin tae the ben o Samaria.
Ye that ligg on beds o ivory,
an rax thaimsels out on sunks,
an thaim eatin the lambs frae the hirsel,
an stot-caufs frae the mids o the buiss;
thaim improvisin on the hairp
- like Dauvit they invent instruments o sang for thaimsels.
Thaim drinkin mazers o wine,
an they smairg thaimsels wi the best o iles;
but they dinna greit for the breakin o Joseph!
Sae nou they sall gae intil exile wi the first o the exiles,
an the feast o the sprauchlers sall stap!

[From The Beuk o Amos:  Sneddon, D. (2009). The Beuk o Amos. Theology in Scotland, 16(1), pp. 97-110 here]


Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 145: 6-10

[It is the Lord himsel] wha bides by the trewth evir mair:
Wha rights amang sair-tholin folk;
wha ay ettles bread for the hungry.
The Lord lats the thirl-bun' gang.
The Lord, he can lighten the blin';
the Lord, he can straught the twa-fauld;
the Lord loes the rightous weel:
the Lord keeps haud o' the frem;

the orph'lin an' widow, he stoops;
bot the gate o' ill-doers, he dings.
The Lord sal be King for ay!
That God o' yer ain, O Zioun, is frae ae folk's time till anither.

[From Psalm 146, The Psalms: frae Hebrew intil Scottis P. Hately Waddell (1891) here]

Second reading
1 Timothy 6: 11-16

But you, O man o’ God! flee frae thir things; and follow ye richtousness, godliness, faith, love, lang-tholin, meekness. Fecht ye the noble fecht o’ the faith! lay haud on the ever-bidin Life, to whilk ye war bidden, and did confess a noble confession fornent mony witnesses. I chairge ye i’ the sicht o’ God, wha gies life to a’ things, and o’ Christ Jesus, wha confess’t afore Pontius Pilate a noble confession, that ye keep the commaun wantin a spot, wantin a’ reproach, until the appearin o’ oor Lord Jesus Christ,

whilk glorie in its ain times
the blessed and only Potentate sal schaw,
the King o’ the kingly, and the Lord of the lordly;
wha alane has immortality,
dwallin in licht unapproachable;
wham nae man e’er saw or can see :
to wham be honor and dominion for evir and evir. Amen!

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

Gospel reading
Luke 16: 19-31

[Jesus said to the Pharisees:] "A particular man was rich, and cleedit his sel wi’ purple and fine linen, and enjoy’d his sel uncolie, ilka day. And a particular beggar-man, ca’d Lazarus, was sutten doon by his yetts, fu’ o’ sairs. And he was sair wussin he micht eat the mools that fell frae the rich man’s buird; aye! e’en the dowgs cam and lickit his sairs. Noo, it cam aboot that the beggar-man dee’t, and was carry’t awa by the Angels, and laid in Abra’m’s bosom. And forby, the rich man, too, dee’t and was bury’t.

“And in hell he raised his een, bein noo in torments, and sees Abra’m far awa, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he, cryin oot, said, 'Faither Abra’m! hae mercie on me, and send ye Lazarus, sae as he may pit the tip o’ his fing’er in watir, and cule my tongue; for I am in anguish in this lowe!' But Abra’m said, ‘Bairn! ca’ ye to min’ that ye gat a’ yere gude things i’ yere lifetime; and Lazarus the ill things: and noo he is at rest, and ye are in sair pyne. And forby, atween us and you an unco void has been set; that thae wha wad gang ower frae here to you, canna be able; nor thae frae you to us canna come ben!’

“Than he said, 'I entreat ye than, faither! that ye wad send him to my faither’s hoose; for I hae fyve brethern; that he may bear testimonie to them, that they come-na intil this place o’ dool!’ Abra’m says till him, 'They hae Moses and the Prophets; lat them hear them!’ But he says, 'Na, faither Abra’m! but gin ane gaed to them frae the deid, they wull repent them!’ But he said to him, ‘Gif to Moses and the Prophets they tak nae tent, naither wull they be perswadit e’en by ane that raise frae the deid!’”

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

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