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Saturday, 30 June 2018

Mass readings in Scots: Thirteenth Sunday of the Year (Year B)

Gospel reading
Mark 5: 21-43

And quhen Jesus had gaan vp eftsone ouer the see, and mekile pepile com togiddir to him, and was about the see. And aan of the princis of the synagogis, be name Jairus, com, and saw him, and fel doun at his feet, and prayit him mekile, and said, "My douchtir is neire deid: cum thou, put thi hand on hir, that scho be saif, and leeue." And he went furth with him and mekile pepile followit him, and threstit him.

And a woman had bene in the bludy flux xij yere, and had resauet full mony thingis of full mony leches, and had spendit al hir gude, and was nathing amendit, bot was rather the weir. Quhen scho had herde of Jesu, scho com amang the pepile behind, and tuichet his clething, for scho said, "That gif I tuiche ye his clething, I salbe saif." And anoon the well of hir blude was driet vp and sche feld in body that scho was heilit of the seeknes. And anoon Jesus knew in himself the virtue that was gaan out of him, and turnit to the pepile, and said, "Quha tuichet my clathis?" And his disciplis said to him, "Thou seis the pepile thresting thee, and sais, "Quha tuichet me?" And Jesus luket about to se hir that had done this thing. And the woman dred and quakit, wittand that it was [done] in hir, and com and fel doun before him, and said to him al the treuthe. And Jesus said to hir, "Douchtir, thi faith has made thee saaf; ga in pece, and be thou haale of thi seeknes."

Yit quhile he spak, messingeris com to the prince of the synagog, and sais, "Thi douchtir is dede: quhat traualis thou the Maistire ferther?" Bot quhen the word was herde that was said, Jesus said to the prince of the synagog, "Will thou nocht drede, anly beleue thou." And he tuke na man to folou him, bot Petir, and Johnne, and James the bruthir of Johnne. And thai com into the hous of the prince of the synagog, and he saw noise, and men wepand and wailand mekell. And he yede in, and said to thame, "Quhat are ye trubilit and wepis? the damycele is nocht deid, bot slepis." And thai scornit him. Bot quhen al war put out, he takis the fadere and the modere of the damycel, and thame that war with him, and thai entire quhare the damycele lay. And he held the hand of the damycele, and said to hir, "Thabithacunj"; that is to say, "I say to thee, Damysele, aryse." And anoon the damysele raase, and yede; and scho was of xij yeres. And thai war abaisit with gret stonaying. And he comandit to thame gretlie that na man suld wit it; and comandit to geue to hire mete.

[From The New Testament in Scots Murdoch Nisbet [c.1520] (1901) vol 1 here]

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Mass readings in Scots: Birthday of St John the Baptist

First reading

Isaiah 49: 1-6

Hearken till me , ye lanely lan's;

an ' folk far-awa tak tent ti't:

The Lord, frae the lisk he cry'd me but;

frae my mither's bouk , the name I suld bruik , he kenn'd it .

An ' my mouthe, he couth mak it a swurd fu' gleg;

i ' the howe o ' his han' he couth theek me:

he wrought me syne , like a fane fu' fine;

syne intil his belt he couth steek me;

An ' quo' he till me, "My ain Loon are ye; Isr’el,

in yersel, it's weel kenn'd I sal be.

Syne quo' I, "It's for nought sae lang I hae wrought;

for nought, an ' till tyne, I hae ware ' d my pyne";

bot ay wi' the Lord , my plea it sal be;

an ' the worth o ' my wark , wi ' the God that's mine.

Syne sae quo' the Lord brought me but frae the lisk,

his ain loon till be;

till fesh Jakob hame till himsel,

an' till weise him thegither Isr'el:

for it's sae i' Jehovah's sight I suld kythe fu' bright,

an' the feck o' my might my ain God suld be:

An' quo' He: "It's owre sma' a fee ye suld be my thral,

till straught-up the soukirs o' Jacob an' till eke out the beughs o' Isra'l:

I’se gie yo for light till the natiouns;

aye, e'en for my ain salvatioun,

till the ends o ' the yirth , till be."

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

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 138: 1-3, 13-15 (resp. v. 14)

I suld lilt till ye syne, 'am sae wonner fine.

Lord, ye rypit me, thrugh an' thro', till ye kent me:

Yerlane, ye ken weel o' my down-sittin baith, and my risin;

fu' brawly ye ken the thought that's far ben, 'ithin me.

Gangin or lyin, ye trew me a';

no a gate o' my ain, but ye tent it:

I suld lilt till ye syne, 'am sae wonner fine.

For yerlane, ye had a' my lisk ;

in my mither's bouk, ye biel'd me.

I suld lilt till ye syne, 'am sae wonner fine;

wrought a' sae gran', as my thought can forestan', sae weel to'.

I suld lilt till ye syne, 'am sae wonner fine.

My banes war-na happit frae thee,

tho' I was wrought i' the mirk;

wi' sae mony a fauld,

i' the laighest halds o' the yirth.

I suld lilt till ye syne, 'am sae wonner fine.

[From Psalm 139 in The Psalms: frae Hebrew intil Scottis P. Hately Waddell (1891) here]

Second reading

Acts 13: 22-26

[Paule said: "God] raasit to thaim Dauid king, to quham he bare witnessing, and said, 'I haue fundin Dauid, the sonn of Jesse, a man eftir my hart, quhilk sal do al my willis.' Of quhais seed be the behecht God has led out to Israel a saluatour Jesu, quhen Johnne prechit before the face of his cummyng the baptym of pennance to al the pepile of Israel. Bot quhen Johnne fillit his cours, he said, 'Quham ye deme me to be, I am nocht he; bot lo! he cummis eftire me, and I am nocht worthi to do of the schone of his feet.'

"Brethir, and sonnis of the kynd of Abraham, and quhilk that in you dredis God, to you the word of hele is send."

[From The New Testament in Scots Murdoch Nisbet [c.1520] (1905) vol 3 here]

Gospel reading

Luke 1: 5-17

Thar was, in the days o’ Herod, King o’ Judea, a priest ca’d Zachariah, o’ Abijah’s coorse; and his wife was o’ the dochters o’ Aaron, and she was ca’d Elizabeth. And they war baith richt-leevin afore God, walkin i’ the Commauns and appointments o’ the Lord wyte- less. And they had nae bairn, for that Elizabeth bure-na; and they war baith growin auld.

Noo it cam aboot, that while he was doin priestly service afore God i’ the order o’ his coorse, as was the custom o’ the priesthood, it was his lot to offer incense, enterin intil the Temple o’ the Lord. And the thrang o’ folk were oot-by, prayin, at the ’oor o’ the incense-offeran.

And thar appear’t to him an Angel o’ the Lord, staunin on the richt side o’ the incense-altar. And Zachariah was uncolie putten-aboot whan he saw him, and fear cam on him. But the Angel says to him, “ Be-na fleyt, Zachariah! for yere prayer has been heard, and yere wife Elizabeth sal bear a son t’ye, and his name ye’se ca’ John. And ye sal hae joy to ye, and rejoicin, and mony sal be blythe at his birth. For he sal be michty afore the Lord, and he’se drink nae wine nor strong drink; and he sal be fu’ o’ the Holie Spirit, e’en frae the womb. And mony o’ Isra’l’s sons wull he weise roun’ till the Lord their God. And he sal gang afore him i’ the spirit and micht o’ Elijah to weise roun’ faithers’ hearts till their bairns, and the dour to the wyss-heid o’ the gude; to mak ready for the Lord a prepared folk.”

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

Mass readings in Scots: Twelfth Sunday of the Year (Year B)

First reading

Job 38:1,8-11

An the Laird made repone tae Job oot the storm wind, an said,

Whaur war ye whan the sea come tae birth,
pushin oot frae its hidlin steid;
Whan A made the clud its robe,
an pit thick cluds aboot it as baunds,
Orderin a fixed leemit for't,
wi snecks an doors;
An said, Sae faur ye can come, an nae faurder;
an here the pride o yer waffs will be stappit?

[From The Old Testament in Scots, vol. 3, The Books of Wisdom, [Job, Psaums, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Sang o Sangs] trans. Gavin Falconer and Ross G. Arthur (2014) (translation into Plain Scots under the auspices of the Ullans Academy) ISBN 978-1-78324-006-7. Amazon US here. Amazon UK here.]

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 106: 23-26, 28-32 (resp. v.1)