Vèsè popilè nan Bib la ki soti nan Saunt Matthew 8

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An’ he saith until them, Why are ye sae fearfu’, O ye o’ little faith? Syne he rase up, an’ rebuket the win’s an’ the sea; an’ there was an unco calm.

The centurion answer’t an’ said, Lord, I amna wordy that thou sudst come anunder my roof; but speak the word only, an’ my servan’ sall be healet.

Whan Jesus hear’t it, he wonder’t, an’ said til thae wha followet, Verily I say unto you, I haena fund sae meikle faith, na, in a’ Israel.

An’ Jesus said until the centurion, Gae thy gate; an’ as thou hast believet, sae be it dune until thee. An’ his servan’ was healet in that vera same hour.

But the men wonder’t, sayin’, What kind o’ man is this that e’en the win’s an’ the sea obey him?