Vèsè popilè nan Bib la ki soti nan Psalms 2

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Seek ye frae me, an’ I sal gie till thee the far-aff folk in fee, an’ the yondermaist neuks o’ the warld till yer ain ha’din.

Swaif ye the Son, that he takna wuth; an’ ye tine yer ain gate, gin his lowe be kennl’d but a kennin. O blythe may they a’ be, wha lippen till himsel alane!

Kings o’ the yirth stan’ up, an’ righters tak thought thegither; again the LORD, an’ again his Chrystit ane, sayan; Lat’s rive their thirlbans syndry, an’ fling atowre their tows frae us!

Be wyss than, O ye kings; tak tent, ye righters o’ the warld: Lout ye to the LORD wi’ dread; an’ gin ye bost, lat it be wi’ slakkens.