Amaokwu Akwụkwọ Nsọ Ndị Ama Ama siteré na Mattha 26

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“Watch an pray sae ye dïnnae gie ïn tae temptation. Tha spïrit's wullin, but tha bodie's waik.”

Then he saed tae thaim, “Ma hairt's brekkin wi ang'uish, near tae deith. Yous bide here an stye awaak wi me.”

He gan forrit a weethin, then he bood doon wi hïs face tae tha grun an he prayed, “Ma Faither, ïf ït ïs poassible, may thïs cup o sufferin be tuk awa frae me. Yit ït's your wull A'm wantin, an no ma ain.”

Thïs ïs ma bluid; ït's a sign o God's new coveynant, an ït's poored oot tae forgie monie thair wrangdaeins.

While the' wur aitin, Jesus tuk breid ïn hïs hans, an whaniver he haed gien thenks tae God, he brauk ït, an hannit ït tae hïs follaers, sayin, “Tak thïs an ait ït; thïs ïs ma bodie.”

Then he tuk a bicker o wine, he gien thenks tae God fer ït, an he hannit ït roon, sayin, “Al o yis drïnk frae thïs.

Then he cum bak tae hïs follaers an he fun thaim sleepin. “Cud you men no keep watch fer yin oor wi me?” he axt Petèr.

A tell ye, A'll no drïnk o thïs fruit o tha vine agane, na, no til tha day A drïnk a new wine alang wi you ïn ma Faither's Kïngdom.”

Then Petèr haed mine o tha wurds Jesus haed spauk: “Afore tha roostèr craas, ye'll deny me thrie times.” An he went oot o tha coortyaird, greetin sair.

Git up noo, an we'll be aff! Luk, ma bethrayer's here!”

“Pit yer sword awa,” Jesus saed tae hïm, “fer aa that draas tha sword wull dee bi tha sword.