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         <div class="label">15</div><div class="s1"><span class="heading">XV CAIB.</span></div><div class="s2"><span class="heading">Criosta cronachadh nan Sgriobhach; a leigheas nighean na bana-Chanaanaich, us morain a dh&#700;fheadhainn eile; a riarachadh cheithir mile le seachd builionnan.</span></div><div class="p"><span class="content">  </span><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="MAT.15.1"><span class="label">1</span><span class="content">An sin thainig Sgriobhaich us Phairisich &#225; Ierusalem ga ionnsuidh, a g-radh:</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="MAT.15.1"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="MAT.15.2"><span class="label">2</span><span class="content">Car-son a tha na deisciopuil agadsa a bristeadh air beul-aithris nan seanairean? oir cha n-eil iad a nigheadh an lamhan nuair a dh&#700;icheas iad aran.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="MAT.15.2"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="MAT.15.3"><span class="label">3</span><span class="content">Ach thuirt esan, &#700;s e freagairt: Car-son a tha sibhse bristeadh air fainte Dhe le ur beul-aithris? Oir thuirt Dia:</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="MAT.15.3"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="MAT.15.4"><span class="label">4</span><span class="content">  </span><span class="qt"><span class="content">Thoir onair dha t&#700; athair, &#700;s dha d&#700; mhathair; agus: An neach a mholluicheas athair, no mhathair, cuirear gu bas e.</span></span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="MAT.15.4"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="MAT.15.5"><span class="label">5</span><span class="content">Ach tha sibhse radh: Neach sam bith a their ri athair, no ri mhathair, Tiodhlac sam bith bhuamsa do Dhia, thig e gu feum dhutsa;</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="MAT.15.5"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="MAT.15.6"><span class="label">6</span><span class="content">&#700;S cha toir e onair dha &#700;athair, no dha mhathair: us rinn sibh f&#224;inte Dhe gun bhrigh le ur beul-aithris.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="MAT.15.6"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="MAT.15.7"><span class="label">7</span><span class="content">A chealgairean, is math a rinn Isaias faisneachd mu&#700;r deidhinn, a g-radh:</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="MAT.15.7"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v8" data-usfm="MAT.15.8"><span class="label">8</span><span class="content">  </span><span class="qt"><span class="content">Tha &#700;m pobull so toirt onair dhomhsa le&#700;m bilean: ach tha an cridhe fada bhuam</span></span><span class="content">.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v8" data-usfm="MAT.15.8"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="MAT.15.9"><span class="label">9</span><span class="content">Ach &#700;sann gun fheum a tha iad a toirt aoraidh dhomhsa, a teagasg reachdan agus faintean dhaoine.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v9" data-usfm="MAT.15.9"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="MAT.15.10"><span class="label">10</span><span class="content">&#700;Sa gairm an t-sluaigh ga ionnsuidh, thuirt e riu: Eisdibh, agus tuigibh.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v10" data-usfm="MAT.15.10"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="MAT.15.11"><span class="label">11</span><span class="content">Cha n-e an rud a theid a stigh air a bhial a shalaicheas an duine: ach se an rud a thig a mach as a bhial a shalaicheas an duine.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v11" data-usfm="MAT.15.11"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v12" data-usfm="MAT.15.12"><span class="label">12</span><span class="content">An sin thainig a dheisciopuil, us thuirt iad ris: Am beil fios agad guna ghabh na Phairisich sgainneal le cluinntinn an fhacail ud?</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v12" data-usfm="MAT.15.12"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="MAT.15.13"><span class="label">13</span><span class="content">Ach esan a freagairt, thuirt e: A h-uile plannta nach do shuidhich m&#700;Athair a tha air neamh, spionar as a bhun e.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v13" data-usfm="MAT.15.13"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v14" data-usfm="MAT.15.14"><span class="label">14</span><span class="content">Leigibh leo: is doill iad, agus cinn-iuil nan dall. &#700;S ma ni dall ceann-iuil do dhall, tuitidh iad le cheile san t-slochd.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v14" data-usfm="MAT.15.14"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v15" data-usfm="MAT.15.15"><span class="label">15</span><span class="content">Us Peadar a freagairt, thuirt e ris: Minich dhuinn an dubhfhacal so.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v15" data-usfm="MAT.15.15"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v16" data-usfm="MAT.15.16"><span class="label">16</span><span class="content">Ach thuirt esan: A bheil sibhse fhathast gun tuigse?</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v16" data-usfm="MAT.15.16"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v17" data-usfm="MAT.15.17"><span class="label">17</span><span class="content">Nach eil sibh a tuigsinn, gum beil h-uile ni, a tha dol a stigh air a bhial, a dol sios do&#700;n bhroinn, &#700;s air a thilgeadh a mach air an dun?</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v17" data-usfm="MAT.15.17"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v18" data-usfm="MAT.15.18"><span class="label">18</span><span class="content">Ach na nichean a tha tighinn a mach as a bhial, &#700;sann bho&#700;n chridhe tha iad a tighinn, agus &#700;siad sin a tha salachadh an duine.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v18" data-usfm="MAT.15.18"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v19" data-usfm="MAT.15.19"><span class="label">19</span><span class="content">Oir &#700;sann as a chridhe thig droch smaointean, murt, adhaltras, striopachas, goid, fianuis-bhreige, blaisbheum.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v19" data-usfm="MAT.15.19"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v20" data-usfm="MAT.15.20"><span class="label">20</span><span class="content">&#700;Siad so na nichean a shalaicheas an duine. Ach cha shalaich e an duine a bhith g-icheadh le lamhan gun an ionnlad.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v20" data-usfm="MAT.15.20"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v21" data-usfm="MAT.15.21"><span class="label">21</span><span class="content">Us thriall Iosa &#225; sin, us thainig e gu criochan Thiruis agus Shidoin.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v21" data-usfm="MAT.15.21"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v22" data-usfm="MAT.15.22"><span class="label">22</span><span class="content">Us, seall, thainig ban-Chan&#224;anach a mach as na criochan sin, agus ghlaodh i, a g-radh ris: Gabh truas rium, a Thighearna, a mhic Dh&#224;i: tha mo nighean air a cradh gu goirt le deomhan.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v22" data-usfm="MAT.15.22"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v23" data-usfm="MAT.15.23"><span class="label">23</span><span class="content">Ach cha tug e facal freagairt dhi. &#700;Sa dheisciopuil a tighinn ga ionnsuidh, ghuidh iad air, a g-radh: Leig air falbh i, oir tha i g-eigheach &#700;nar deigh.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v23" data-usfm="MAT.15.23"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v24" data-usfm="MAT.15.24"><span class="label">24</span><span class="content">Ach thuirt esa, &#700;s e freagairt: Cha do chuireadh mise ach a dh&#700;ionnsuidh nan caorach a chailleadh de thigh Israil.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v24" data-usfm="MAT.15.24"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v25" data-usfm="MAT.15.25"><span class="label">25</span><span class="content">Ach thainig ise, &#700;s thug i aoradh dha, a g-radh: A Thighearna, dian mo chomhnadh.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v25" data-usfm="MAT.15.25"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v26" data-usfm="MAT.15.26"><span class="label">26</span><span class="content">Thuirt esa, &#700;s e freagairt: Cha n-eil e math breith air aran na cloinne, &#700;sa thilgeadh thun nan con.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v26" data-usfm="MAT.15.26"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v27" data-usfm="MAT.15.27"><span class="label">27</span><span class="content">Ach thuirt ise: Tha, a Thighearna: oir tha na cuileinean a g-ithe nan criomag a thuiteas bho bhord am maighistirean.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v27" data-usfm="MAT.15.27"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v28" data-usfm="MAT.15.28"><span class="label">28</span><span class="content">An sin fhreagair Iosa, us thuirt e rithe: O bhean, is mor do chreideamh: biodh e dhut mar is aill leat. Us bho&#700;n uair sin bha&#700;n nighean aice air a leigheas.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v28" data-usfm="MAT.15.28"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v29" data-usfm="MAT.15.29"><span class="label">29</span><span class="content">Agus nuair a thriall Iosa as a sin, thainig e lamh ri muir Ghalile, &#700;sa direadh beinne, shuidh e an sin.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v29" data-usfm="MAT.15.29"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.15.30"><span class="label">30</span><span class="content">Us thainig moran sluaigh ga ionnsuidh, a toirt leo nam balbhan, nan dall, nam bacach, nan ciorramach, us morain eile; agus thilg iad aig a chasan iad, agus leighis e iad.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.15.30"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v31" data-usfm="MAT.15.31"><span class="label">31</span><span class="content">Air chor &#700;s guna ghabh an sluagh iongantas a faicinn nam balbhan a labhairt, nam bacach a g-imeachd, nan dall a faicinn; agus thug iad gloir do Dhia Israil.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v31" data-usfm="MAT.15.31"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v32" data-usfm="MAT.15.32"><span class="label">32</span><span class="content">Ach Iosa a gairm a dheisciopul ri cheile, thuirt e: Tha truas agam ris an t-sluagh, a chionn &#700;s gun d&#700;fhan iad a nis tri latha comhla rium, &#700;s cha n-eil ni aca a dh&#700;itheas iad: agus cha mhath leam an leigeil air falbh &#700;nan trasgadh, eagal gum fannaich iad air an rathad.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v32" data-usfm="MAT.15.32"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v33" data-usfm="MAT.15.33"><span class="label">33</span><span class="content">Us thuirt a dheisciopuil ris: Co as ma ta a gheobh sinn cho liuthad builionn san fhasach, &#700;s gun riaraich sinn cuideachda cho mor?</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v33" data-usfm="MAT.15.33"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v34" data-usfm="MAT.15.34"><span class="label">34</span><span class="content">Agus thuirt Iosa riu: Co miad builionn a th&#700;agaibh? Agus thuirt iad: Seachd, agus beagan de dh&#700;iasg meanbh.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v34" data-usfm="MAT.15.34"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v35" data-usfm="MAT.15.35"><span class="label">35</span><span class="content">Agus dh&#700;orduich e do&#700;n t-sluagh suidhe sios air an l&#224;r.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v35" data-usfm="MAT.15.35"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v36" data-usfm="MAT.15.36"><span class="label">36</span><span class="content">&#700;Sa glacail nan seachd builionnan &#700;s an &#233;isg, &#700;sa toirt buidheachais, bhrist e, us thug e dha dheisciopuil, agus thug na deisciopuil do&#700;n t-sluagh.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v36" data-usfm="MAT.15.36"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v37" data-usfm="MAT.15.37"><span class="label">37</span><span class="content">Us dh&#700;ith iad uile, agus shasuicheadh iad. Agus thog iad dhe&#700;n phronnaig, a chaidh fhagail, seachd cleibh lan.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v37" data-usfm="MAT.15.37"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v38" data-usfm="MAT.15.38"><span class="label">38</span><span class="content">Agus b&#700;iad, an fheadhainn a dh&#700;ith, ceithir mile fear, a bharr air cloinn agus mnathan.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v38" data-usfm="MAT.15.38"><span class="content">  </span></span><span class="verse v39" data-usfm="MAT.15.39"><span class="label">39</span><span class="content">&#700;S an deigh dha an sluagh a sgaoileadh, chaidh e stigh do bh&#224;ta, agus thainig e gu criochan Mhagedain.</span></span></div>
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An sin thainig Sgriobhaich us Phairisich á Ierusalem ga ionnsuidh, a g-radh:
Car-son a tha na deisciopuil agadsa a bristeadh air beul-aithris nan seanairean? oir cha n-eil iad a nigheadh an lamhan nuair a dhʼicheas iad aran.
Ach thuirt esan, ʼs e freagairt: Car-son a tha sibhse bristeadh air fainte Dhe le ur beul-aithris? Oir thuirt Dia:
Thoir onair dha tʼ athair, ʼs dha dʼ mhathair; agus: An neach a mholluicheas athair, no mhathair, cuirear gu bas e.
Ach tha sibhse radh: Neach sam bith a their ri athair, no ri mhathair, Tiodhlac sam bith bhuamsa do Dhia, thig e gu feum dhutsa;
ʼS cha toir e onair dha ʼathair, no dha mhathair: us rinn sibh fàinte Dhe gun bhrigh le ur beul-aithris.
A chealgairean, is math a rinn Isaias faisneachd muʼr deidhinn, a g-radh:
Tha ʼm pobull so toirt onair dhomhsa leʼm bilean: ach tha an cridhe fada bhuam .
Ach ʼsann gun fheum a tha iad a toirt aoraidh dhomhsa, a teagasg reachdan agus faintean dhaoine.
ʼSa gairm an t-sluaigh ga ionnsuidh, thuirt e riu: Eisdibh, agus tuigibh.
Cha n-e an rud a theid a stigh air a bhial a shalaicheas an duine: ach se an rud a thig a mach as a bhial a shalaicheas an duine.
An sin thainig a dheisciopuil, us thuirt iad ris: Am beil fios agad guna ghabh na Phairisich sgainneal le cluinntinn an fhacail ud?
Ach esan a freagairt, thuirt e: A h-uile plannta nach do shuidhich mʼAthair a tha air neamh, spionar as a bhun e.
Leigibh leo: is doill iad, agus cinn-iuil nan dall. ʼS ma ni dall ceann-iuil do dhall, tuitidh iad le cheile san t-slochd.
Us Peadar a freagairt, thuirt e ris: Minich dhuinn an dubhfhacal so.
Ach thuirt esan: A bheil sibhse fhathast gun tuigse?
Nach eil sibh a tuigsinn, gum beil h-uile ni, a tha dol a stigh air a bhial, a dol sios doʼn bhroinn, ʼs air a thilgeadh a mach air an dun?
Ach na nichean a tha tighinn a mach as a bhial, ʼsann bhoʼn chridhe tha iad a tighinn, agus ʼsiad sin a tha salachadh an duine.
Oir ʼsann as a chridhe thig droch smaointean, murt, adhaltras, striopachas, goid, fianuis-bhreige, blaisbheum.
ʼSiad so na nichean a shalaicheas an duine. Ach cha shalaich e an duine a bhith g-icheadh le lamhan gun an ionnlad.
Us thriall Iosa á sin, us thainig e gu criochan Thiruis agus Shidoin.
Us, seall, thainig ban-Chanàanach a mach as na criochan sin, agus ghlaodh i, a g-radh ris: Gabh truas rium, a Thighearna, a mhic Dhài: tha mo nighean air a cradh gu goirt le deomhan.
Ach cha tug e facal freagairt dhi. ʼSa dheisciopuil a tighinn ga ionnsuidh, ghuidh iad air, a g-radh: Leig air falbh i, oir tha i g-eigheach ʼnar deigh.
Ach thuirt esa, ʼs e freagairt: Cha do chuireadh mise ach a dhʼionnsuidh nan caorach a chailleadh de thigh Israil.
Ach thainig ise, ʼs thug i aoradh dha, a g-radh: A Thighearna, dian mo chomhnadh.
Thuirt esa, ʼs e freagairt: Cha n-eil e math breith air aran na cloinne, ʼsa thilgeadh thun nan con.
Ach thuirt ise: Tha, a Thighearna: oir tha na cuileinean a g-ithe nan criomag a thuiteas bho bhord am maighistirean.
An sin fhreagair Iosa, us thuirt e rithe: O bhean, is mor do chreideamh: biodh e dhut mar is aill leat. Us bhoʼn uair sin bhaʼn nighean aice air a leigheas.
Agus nuair a thriall Iosa as a sin, thainig e lamh ri muir Ghalile, ʼsa direadh beinne, shuidh e an sin.
Us thainig moran sluaigh ga ionnsuidh, a toirt leo nam balbhan, nan dall, nam bacach, nan ciorramach, us morain eile; agus thilg iad aig a chasan iad, agus leighis e iad.
Air chor ʼs guna ghabh an sluagh iongantas a faicinn nam balbhan a labhairt, nam bacach a g-imeachd, nan dall a faicinn; agus thug iad gloir do Dhia Israil.
Ach Iosa a gairm a dheisciopul ri cheile, thuirt e: Tha truas agam ris an t-sluagh, a chionn ʼs gun dʼfhan iad a nis tri latha comhla rium, ʼs cha n-eil ni aca a dhʼitheas iad: agus cha mhath leam an leigeil air falbh ʼnan trasgadh, eagal gum fannaich iad air an rathad.
Us thuirt a dheisciopuil ris: Co as ma ta a gheobh sinn cho liuthad builionn san fhasach, ʼs gun riaraich sinn cuideachda cho mor?
Agus thuirt Iosa riu: Co miad builionn a thʼagaibh? Agus thuirt iad: Seachd, agus beagan de dhʼiasg meanbh.
Agus dhʼorduich e doʼn t-sluagh suidhe sios air an làr.
ʼSa glacail nan seachd builionnan ʼs an éisg, ʼsa toirt buidheachais, bhrist e, us thug e dha dheisciopuil, agus thug na deisciopuil doʼn t-sluagh.
Us dhʼith iad uile, agus shasuicheadh iad. Agus thog iad dheʼn phronnaig, a chaidh fhagail, seachd cleibh lan.
Agus bʼiad, an fheadhainn a dhʼith, ceithir mile fear, a bharr air cloinn agus mnathan.
ʼS an deigh dha an sluagh a sgaoileadh, chaidh e stigh do bhàta, agus thainig e gu criochan Mhagedain.

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