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

First reading
Amos 8: 4-7

Tak tent, ye that dird on the puir,
e’en tae gar the hummle o the kintra tae cease,
sayin, ‘Whan wull the muin hae passed,
that we micht buy corn?
Or the Sabbath, that we micht apen the wheat,
makkin the ephah wee an the shekel muckle,
an tae mak the deceitfou ballances fauss,
that we micht buy the helpless wi siller
an the puir for a pair o sandles,
an sell the caff o the wheat?’
The Lord haes sweired by the pride o Jaucob,
‘Shairly, I’ll no forleit aw their warks for aye.'

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


Gospel reading
Luke 16: 1-13

And [Jesus] was sayin till his ain disciples, “A rich man thar was, wha had a grieve; and he was wytit wi’ wastin his haddin. And haein him afore him, he said, ‘Whatna clash aboot ye is this I hear! Gie in yere reckonin as grieve; for ye'se be grieve nae mair!' But the grieve said till his sel, ‘My lord taks awa my office frae me: what sal I do? I am-na fit to delve; I wad be sham’d to beg! I ken what I wull do! sae that whan I am putten-oot o' the grieve's place, they may tak me into their hooses!'

“And sae, biddin ilka ane o' his lord’s debtors to come till him, he speirs at the first, 'Hoo muckle are ye awn to my lord?' And he says, 'A hunner cogs o' ulyie.’ He says to him, 'Tak yere bill, and sit doon, and haste to mak it fifty!’ And he said to the neist ane, ‘Hoo muckle are ye awn to my lord?’ And he said, ‘A hunner bows o’ wheat.’ He says to him, ‘Tak yere accounts, and write auchty!’

“And his lord commendit the fause grieve for doin wysslie; for the bairns o’ the warld are, in their ain generation, wysser than the bairns o’ the licht!

“And I say t’ye, Mak to yersels freends o’ unrichtous gear; that whansae’er it may fail ye, they sal tak ye in till everlastin bidin-places! Ane faithfu’ and leal i’ the least, is faithfu’ in mickle! Gif, than, ye arena faithfu’ in unrichtous gear, who wad gie in til yere keepin the true riches? And gif ye be-na faithfu’ in what is anither’s, wha sal gie you yere ain?

“Nae servant can be in service tae twa maisters; for aither the ane he hates, and the tither he lo’es; or to the ane he wull haud, and lichtlie the tither: ye canna be in service baith to God and Mammon!”

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

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

Gospel reading
Luke 15: 1-32

And thar war comin till him a’ the tax men and the ill deedie anes to hear him. And baith the Writers and the Pharisees war yammerin at him, “This ane tales in ill-leeyin folk, and eats meat wi’ them!" And he spak till them this parable, sayin,

“Whatna man amang ye, haein a hunner sheep, gin he tine ane frae amang them, disna lea’ the ninety-and-nine i’ the muirs, and gang awa eftir the forwander’t ane, till he lichts on it? And, fain in wi’t, he heizes it on his shouther, rejoicin; and, comin hame, he sen’s for his freends and neebors; sayin to them, ‘Be blythe wi’ me! for I hae fun my sheep! the ane that forwander't!’ I say t’ye, that in siclike sal thar be joy in heeven ower ae sinner repentin, mair nor ower ninety-and-nine gude o’ the folk wha needit nae repentance.

“Or whatna wumman, haein ten siller-pennies, gin aiblins she tine ane o’ them, disna licht a crusie, and soop her hoose, and seek wi’ tentie care, till whatna time she lichts on it? And, lichtin on’t, she brings thegither her freends and neebors, sayin, 'Be ye glad wi’ me! for I fund the siller-penny I tint!’ E’en sae, I say t’ye, sal thar be joy amang the Angels o’ God ower ae sinner repentin.”

He said, forby, “A particular man had twa sons; and the young son said till his faither, 'Faither! gie me my portion that wad fa' to me o’ a’ the gear!’ And he portioned oot till them his leevin. And, a wheen days eftir, the young son gaither't a' his gear thegither, and gaed awa frae hame till a far-awa lan’; and thar sperfl’t his gear in riotousness.

“But mair: whan a’ was gane thar cam up an awesome famine oot-throwe yon lan'; and he begude to be wantin. And he gaed awa, and was sornin on ane o’ the men o’ that lan': and he sent him oot-by to herd swine. And he fain wad fill’t his sel wi’ the hools the swine war eatin; and nae ane gied them till him. But, cornin’ till his richt min’, quo’ he, ‘Hoo mony are the fee’d servants o’ my faither, wha hae rowth o' breid, and an over-come; while I, here, dee o’ hung’er! I will rise and gang tae my faither, and wull say till him, My faither! I hae dune wrang, again Heeven, and afore you; nae mair am I fit to be ca’d yere son; mak me like till ane o' the fee'd servants!' And, sae risin, he cam awa till his faither.

“But, while he was yet haudin far awa, his faither spy't him, and was fu’ o’ compassion; and rinnin, he fell on his neck, and begude kissin him. And the son said till him, ‘My faither! I did wrang again
Heeven, and afore you: I am nae mair wordie to be ca’d yere son!’ But the faither said to the servants, 'Waste nae time! bring oot a robe -the first and best ane- and pit it on him; and gie a ring for his fing’er, and shoon for his feet; and bring oot the stall'd cauf, and kill it; that we may eat and be joyfu’! For he my son, was deid, and cam to life again; he had been tint, and is fund again!' And they begude to be joyfu’.

“But his auld brither was i’ the field: and, as he cam in, he drew nar the hoose, and heard music and dancin. And, beckonin till him ane o' the fee’d folk, he speir't what aiblins a’ this micht mean? And he said till him, ‘Yere brither has come back again; and yere faither has kill’t the stall'd cauf, for that he gat him hame again a' safe and soun’.’ But he was fu' o' ang’er, and wadna gang in. His faither, tho', cam oot, and was entreatin him. But he, answerin him, said till his faither, ‘See! a' thir years hae I ser't ye ; and never did I gang ayont yere commauns; and at nae time did ye gie me e'en a kid, that I  micht mak a feast for my freends; but whane'er this yere son, wha has devoor’t yere leevin wi' harlots, cam, ye killed the stall’d cauf !'

“But he said till him, 'Bairn! thou art aye wi’ me! and a' that is mine is thine! But it was richt we soud mak merry and rejoice; for he, thy brither, was deid, and cam back to life again; he had been tint, and was fund!' "

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

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

Gospel reading
Luke 14:25-33

And thar war gaun wi’ [Jesus] an unco thrang o’ folk; and, turnin, quo’ he to them, “Gin ony ane is for comin to me, and hates-na his faither and mither, and wife and weans, and brithers and sisters -aye, and his ain life as weel- he canna become my disciple! And whasae cairries-na his ain cross, as he comes eftir me, canna be my disciple.

“For whatna man amang ye, ettlin to bigg a tooer, sits-na doon first to reckon the cost? gin aiblins he has eneuch to finish it? Least ance, eftir layin the fundation, and no bein able to finish it, a’ wha see’t begin to jeer him, sayin, ‘This man begude to bigg, and wasna able to finish!’ Or whatna king, mairchin to meet anither king in battle, disna sit doon first and seek advice, whether he be able wi’ his ten-thoosands to meet him wha comes again him wi’ his twenty-thoosands. And gin it canna be dune, e’en while yet far-awa, he sends an embassy, and seeks terms o’ peace. In like mainner, than, ilk ane amang ye, wha isna biddin adieu to a’ his ain gear, canna be my disciple."

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