Mass readings in Scots: Second Sunday in Advent (Year B)

First reading

Isaiah 40:1-5, 9-11

"Hearten ye weel, my folk; hearten ye weel," 

quo' your God.

"Speak heart-healin words till Jerusalem;

e'en gar her hear:

-That her warsle's by; 

that her ill's forgien;

that scho's doubled now, frae the loof o' the Lord,

for a' her wrang-doens!"

Quo' a sugh frae the wust sae braid: "Redd up

the gate o' Jehovah;

straught owre the nieborless muir,

a road for our God ye sal mak it.

Ilk howe maun be heighen'd;

ilka knowe, an' ilk brae maun be laighen'd;

an' the cruik maun come straught,

an' the rough maun come even;

An' the gloir o' the Lord sal win but;

an' a' flesch see siclike, that's livin:

for the mouth o' the Lord, it was, spak it."

Up ti' the craig fu' hie, 

Dochtir wi' tidins till gie until Zioun!

Up wi' yer tongue sae bauld;

Dochtir, the news maun be tauld, till Jerusalem!

Up, an' be nane affley'd;

cry till the towns o' Judah wide,

"Leuk, yer ain God, he's comin!" 

Leuk, it's the Lord himsel; reddin the road wi' might,

an' his arm rax't out atowre him.

Leuk, for the darg's his ain;

an' the worth o' his wark's afore him.

Like the herd, he sal tent his fe:

he sal oxter the lams himsel,

an' his bosom sal fauld them fu' snod in;

an' the yowes that are mithers till be, 

he sal cannily airt on the roddin.

[From Isaiah frae Hebrew intil Scottis, by P. Hately Waddell 1879 (Amazon US here; Amazon UK here)  Google books here]

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 84 (85): 9-14 (resp. v.8)

O  Lord,  lat  us  see  yer  ain  gudeness; 

an'  yer  heal-ha'din,  wair 't  on oursel! 

I  maun  hearken  what  God  the  Lord  will  speak  syne:

for  peace  he sal  speak  till  his  folk,

till  his  sants an'  a';  

bot  till  folly,  they  maunna win  hame. 

Surely  nar's  his  heal-ha'din  till wha  fear  himsel; 

that  gloiry  may bide  in  our  lan'. 

O  Lord,  lat  us  see  yer  ain  gudeness; 

an'  yer  heal-ha'din,  wair 't  on oursel! 

Rewth  an'  trewth  hae  forgather'd  wi'  ither;  

the  right  an'  the lown,  they  hae  kiss'd,  the  twa. 

Trewth  schutes  like  the  blade frae  the  grun';  

an'  the  right,  it  leuks owre  frae  the  lift. 

O  Lord,  lat  us  see  yer  ain  gudeness; 

an'  yer  heal-ha'din,  wair 't  on oursel! 

Syne  the  Lord,  he  sal  gie  us what's gude,

an'  our  lan'  sal  be guid  wi'  her  gift. 

The  right,  it  sal  fuhre  afore him;  

an'  sal  airt  us  the  gate  o'  his feet.

O  Lord,  lat  us  see  yer  ain  gudeness; 

an'  yer  heal-ha'din,  wair 't  on oursel! 

[From Psalm 85 in The Psalms: frae Hebrew intil Scottis P. Hately Waddell (1891) here]

Second reading

II Peter 3: 8-14

Bit hae myn, my freens, wi e Lord, ae day is lik a thoosan eer an a thoosan eer lik ae day. E Lord's nae slaw aboot keepin his promise, as some fowk wid hae ye think; e fac is he's affa patient wi ye, nae seekin att ony body shuld perish, bit att ye shuld aa come tae repintance. Bit e Day o e Lord will come lik a thief i the nicht. Att day e hivvens will disappear wi a great mineer, the elements will milt wi e heat, e warl an aathin inno't will be brunt tae a cinner.

Since aathin will be deen awa in iss wye, fit kine o fowk maun ye be? Yer lives maun be haily an gien ower tae God, leukin an mangin for e comin o e Day o God, att day fan e hivvens, aa ableeze, will be brunt tae a cinner an e elements miltit wi e heat. Bit we hiv His Promise an can leuk forrit till a new hivven an a new earth, far naethin bit gweed bides,

Sae, ma freens, as ye wyte for att Day, mak sheer ye're at peace wi God, perfec an fautless in his sicht.

[From The Doric New Testament (2012), rendered in Doric by Gordon M. Hay, published by G. M. Hay, Longside, ISBN 978-0-9573515-0-9, author's website http://www.doricbible.com/, Amazon UK here, Amazon US here.]

Gospel reading:
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)

Mass readings in Scots: First Sunday of Advent (Year B)

First reading 

Isaiah 63:16-17, 64:1, 3-8

But a' doubt, ye're our Faither yersel;

for Abr'am kens nought o' us now.

an' Isr'el o' us winna hear tell!

Yersel, Lord, our Faither are ye;

Wha bought us, yer name it sal be;

frae the ferst till the last o' us, sure ay!

Lord, what-fir hae ye waner'd us furth o' yer gates?

our heart, thrawn awa frae yer fear?

Fy, hame again, Lord, for yer thirl-folk's sakes;

the folk on the lan' ye hae here.

Oh, gin the lift ye wad rive; gin ye wad but lout, yersel!

gin the heights a' fornenst yo wad thowe;

Langsyne, whan sic ferlies ye wrought, that nane o' us leukit till see;

it was than ye cam down wi' a flaught, an' the heights war a' skail'd afore thee.

For no sin the warld it begood, hae folk wi' the lug heard tell;

nor yet hae they seen wi' the ee ony God, O God, by yersel, siclike wha couth man till do,

for the wight was ay waitin on Thee.

Ye forgather wi' him that's fain, an' does right;

an' has min' o' yersel, ay i' the gates ye gang:

bot alake, ye 'been angir'd sair!

it's oursels hae dune a' the wrang;

bot yer gates, they bide straught evir mair; an we'll a' be made saif or lang.

Bot we're a' like a fulzied roon;

an' our best, they're but suddled braws:

we gang a' like the leaf that's broun;

an' syne the msichieffs we hae dune, swirl us by, like the win' that blaws.

An' thar' nane that daurs ca' on yer name,

or that steers till tak haud  o' yersel;

for yer face ye hae happit at hame,

an' hae dang us wi' our ain ill.

Bot Lord, ye're our Faither for a'!

Gin we be the clay, ye're our schaiper:

yer ain han's work are we a'.

[From Isaiah frae Hebrew intil Scottis, by P. Hately Waddell 1879 (Amazon US here; Amazon UK here)  Google books here]

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 79 (80): 2-3, 15-16, 18-19 (resp. v.4)

O  weise  us  hame  again,  God; 

gar  yer  face gie  a  glint,  an'  we're saif'd. 

Sheep-herd o'  Israel,  hearken:  

weisin  Joseph  on  like  a flock;  

sittin  atween  the  cherubs, 

O  will  ye  no  glint  furth! 

In face  o'  Ephraim  an'  o'  Benjamin,  an'  eke  o'  Manasseh  himsel'; 

wauken  that  might  o'  yer  ain,  

an' steer  for  heal-ha'din  till  us. 

O  weise  us  hame  again,  God; 

gar  yer  face gie  a  glint,  an'  we're saif'd. 

Hame  again,  O  God  o'  hosts; 

tak  a  leuk  frae  the  lift,  an'  see;  

an' visit  this  vine: 

An'  the  haddin  yer  right  han' has  plantit;  

an' the  growthe  ye made  stieve  for  yersel. 

O  weise  us  hame  again,  God; 

gar  yer  face gie  a  glint,  an'  we're saif'd. 

O  gin  yer  han'  war  atowre, on  the  Man  o' yer  ain  right  han'; 

atowre  on  the  ae  son  o'  Adam,  for  yer  ain  ye  ettled  till  stan'. 

Syne,  frae  thee,  we  suld  ne'er fa'  awa;  

lat  us  live,  an'  we'll cry  on  yer  name. 

O  weise  us  hame  again,  God; 

gar  yer  face gie  a  glint,  an'  we're saif'd. 

[From Psalm 80 in The Psalms: frae Hebrew intil Scottis P. Hately Waddell (1891) here]

Second reading

I Corinthians 1:3-9

Grace an peace bi wi ye, fae God e Fadder an fae wir Lord Jesus Christ. A'm aye thankin God for ye, for e grace o God gien till ye bi Jesus Christ. Bein at een wi him ye're sae muckle better aff in aathing ye say an in aathing ye ken aboot. E message o Christ is sae weel set inno ye, att ye wint for naethin as ye wyte for wir Lord Jesus Christ tae come amo hiz. He'll keep ye weel till e hinnerein sae there'll be nae faut wi ye in e day o wir Lord Jesus Christ. God is faithfu an it wis bi him ye were fessen intill e life o his sin, Jesus Christ, wir Lord,

[From The Doric New Testament (2012), rendered in Doric by Gordon M. Hay, published by G. M. Hay, Longside, ISBN 978-0-9573515-0-9, author's website http://www.doricbible.com/, Amazon UK here, Amazon US here.]

Gospel reading
Mark 13:33-37

[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]

Mass readings in Scots: Feast of Our Lord Jesus Christ, Universal King (Final Sunday of the Year) (Year A)

First reading

Ezekiel 34: 11-12, 15-17

The Lord God sais thir thingis: Lo! I my self sall seke my schepe, and I sal visite thame. As a schephird visitis his flok, in the day quhen he is in the myddis of his schepe scaterit, sa I sal visite my schepe, and I sall delyuir thame fra all places in quhilk thai war scaterit in the day of cloud and of mirknes. I sal feed my schepe, and I sal mak thame to ly, sais the Lord God. I sal seke that that perysit, and I sal bring agane that that was castin away; and I sal bind that that was brokin, and I sal mak sad that that was seke, and I sal kepe that that is fat and stark; and I sal feed thame in dome and richtuisnes (sais the Lord almychtj). [For ye be my flok. The Lord God sais thir things: Lo! I deem betwixt beast and beast, and a wether and a buck of goats.]

[From The New Testament in Scots Murdoch Nisbet [c.1520] (1905) vol 3 here. v.17 adapted from Wycliffe translation Ezekiel 34 - WYC Bible - Bible Study Tools (accessed 18/12/20).]

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 22: 1-3, 5-6 (resp.v.1)

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

My Shepherd is the Lord, His hand 

shall a’ my wants supply;

In mony a green and pleasant land

He mak’s me doon to lie.

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

Alang the burn, the wimplin’ burn,

That bubbles ow’r the stanes,

He leadeth me roon’ mony a turn;

By richt ways me constrains.

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

Tho’ in the fearsome vale of woe

I walk and see death near,

Thy rod and staff before me go,

And tak’ awa’ my fear.

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

A table weel laid oot for me

My ill-wishers see spreed;

My cup is brimmin’ ow’r; by Thee 

anointed is my heid.

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

Gudeness and mercy a’ my days

Shall surely follow me,

And ow’r my gratefu’ heid always

God’s holy roof shall be.

My Shepherd is the Lord, 

His hand shall a’ my wants supply.

[Response added. Italicised verses omitted in lectionary. From Psalm 23, version John Stevenson (1903), Pat McCarty, Farmer of Antrim, His Rhymes,  from Ulster-Scots Academy blog http://www.ulsterscotsacademy.com/ullans/2/23rd-psalm.php (accessed 18 December 2020).]

Second reading

1 Corinthians 15: 20-26, 28

Bot now Crist raase agane fra deid, the first fruit of deidmen: For deid was be a man, and be a man is agane rising fra deid. And as in Adam almen deis, sa in Crist almen salbe quiknyt. Bot ilkman in his ordour; the first fruit, Crist, eftirwart thai that ar of Crist, that beleuet in the cumming of Crist; Eftirwart ane end, quhen he sal betak the kingdome to Gode and to the fader, quhen he sail avoid al princehede, and powere, and virtue. Bot jt behuvis him to regne till he put al his ennimyis vndir his feet. And at the last, deid the ennimye salbe destroyit; for he has made al thingis subiect vndir his feet. And quhen he sais, Althingis ar subiect to him, without dout outtak him that subiectit al thingis to him. And quhen althingis ar subiect to him, than the sonn him self salbe subiect to him, that made subiect althingis to him, that God be al thingis in al thingis.

[From The New Testament in Scots Murdoch Nisbet [c.1520] (1903) vol 2 here]

Gospel reading
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]