Saturday, 29 February 2020
Mass readings in Scots: First Sunday of Lent (Year A)
Genesis 2: 7-9, 3: 1-7
An the Laird God made man frae the stour o the yird, braithin intae him the braith o life: an man come tae be a leevin saul.
An the Laird God made a gairden in the east, in Eden; an thare he pit the man that he haed made. An oot the yird the Laird gart ilka tree come, delitin the ee an guid for meat; an in the mids o the gairden, the tree o life an the tree o the knawledge o guid an ill.
Nou the serpent wis wicer nor ony beast o the field that the Laird God haed made. An he said tae the wumman, Haes God truelins said that ye canna tak o the fruit o ony tree in the gairden? An the wumman said, We can tak o the fruit o the trees in the gairden: but o the fruit o the tree in the mids o the gairden, God haes said, Gin ye tak o't or pit yer haunds on't, deith will come tae ye. An the serpent said, Deith winna come tae ye for shuir: for God sees that on the day whan ye tak o its fruit, yer een will be appen, an ye will be like gods, kennin guid an ill. An whan the wumman seen that the tree wis guid for meat, an a delite tae the een, an tae be socht tae mak a body wicelike, she taen o its fruit, an gien it tae her guidman. An thair een wis appen, an thay kent that thay haen nae claes, an thay made thairsels coats oot o blads steekit thegither.
[From The Old Testament in Scots, vol. 1, The Pentateuch, [Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Nummers, Deuteronomy] trans. Gavin Falconer and Ross G. Arthur (2014) (translation into Plain Scots under the auspices of the Ullans Academy) ISBN 978-1-78324-005-0. Amazon US here. Amazon UK here.]
Psalm 50: 3-6, 12-14, 17
Be gude till me, God, as yer gudeness can be;
i' the feck o' yer rewth, dicht out my wrang:
Reinge mc fu' weel, frae my ill-dune deed;
an' sine me fu' soun' frae the sin I belang:
For my wrang I ken brawly mysel;
an' my sin, it's fu' sikker afore me.
Till yerlane, till yerlane, I 'dune a' the skaith;
an' sic ill I hae wrought i' yer een:
Mak a clean heart, O God, for me;
an' trew breath i' my body, perfy'.
Thring me na but frae yer sight;
nor that spreit o' yer ain sae halie, tak ye ony mair frae me:
The joy e o' yer heal-ha'din wair on me yet;
an' stoop me forby wi' the ghaist that 's fìt.
Unsteek ye my lips, O Lord;
an' my mouthe yer ain praise sal tell.
[From Psalm 51 in The Psalms: frae Hebrew intil Scottis P. Hately Waddell (1891) here]
Romans 5: 12-19
Tharfor as be aa man synn entrit into this warld, and be synn deid, and sa deid passit furth into al men, in quhilk man almen synnit. For till to the law synn was in the warld; bot synn was nocht reput, quhen law was nocht. Bot deid regnit fra Adam till to Moyses, alsa into thame that synit nocht in liknes of the trespassing of Adam, the quhilk is liknes of Crist to cumming.
Bot nocht as gilt, sa the gift: for gif throu the gilt of aan mony ar deid, mekile mare the grace of God and the gift in the grace of aa man Jesu Crist has aboundit into mony men. And nocht as be aa synn, sa be the gift; for the dome of aan into condampnatioun, bot grace of mony giltis into iustificatioun. For gif in the gilt of aan deid regnit throw aan, mekile mare men takand plentee of grace, and of geving, and of richtuisnes, sal regne in lif be aan Jesu Crist. Tharfor as be the gilt of aan into almen into condempnatioun, sa be the richtuisnes of aan into iustifying of lif. For as be the inobedience of aa man mony ar made synnaris, sa be the obedience of aan mony salbe iust.
[From The New Testament in Scots Murdoch Nisbet [c.1520] (1901) (1903) vol 2 here]
Matthew 4: 1-11
Syne was Jesus led up o’ the Spirit intil the wilderness, to be temp’et o’ the deevil. An’ whan he had fastet forty days an’ forty uichts, he was afterwards an hunger’t. An’ whan the temp’er cam’ til him, he said, "Gif then be the Son o’ God, commaun’ that thae stanes be made bread." But he answer’t an’ said, "It is written,
'Man sallna live by bread alane,
but by ilka word that gaeth out o’ the mouth o’ God.' "
Syne the deevil taketh him up intil the haly city, an’ setteth him on a pinnacle o’ the temple, an’ saith until him, "Gif thou be the Son o’ God, cast thysel doun; for it is written,
'He sall gie his angels charge anent thee;
an’ in their han’s they sall bear thee up, lest at ony time thou dash thy ﬁt agayne a stane.' "
Jesus said until him, "It is written again,
'Thou salltna temp’ the Lord thy God.' "
Again, the deevil taketh him up intil an unco high mountain, an’ shaweth him a’ the kingdoms o’ the warld, an’ the glory o’ them; an’ saith until him, "A’ thae things will I gie thee, gif thou wilt fa’ doun an’ worship me." Syne saith Jesus until him, "Get thee behint me, Satan; for it is written,
'Thou sallt worship the Lord thy God,
an’ him alane sallt thou serve.' "
Syne the deevil leaveth him; an’, behald, angels cam’ an’ minister’t until him.
[From The Gospel of St. Matthew, Translated Into Lowland Scotch, by George Henderson (1862) here]
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