Популарни Библиски стихови од Mattha 8

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“Hoo cum yis ir sae feart?” saed he. “Hae yis nae faith ava?” Then he stud up an chackt tha wun an tha waves, an ït wus aa peace an quaitness.

Tha centurion saed, “Loard, tha laiks o me's no fït tae hae ye cum unnèr ma ruif. But jist say tha wurd, an ma sarvin man wull be bettèr agane.

Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he wus stoondit an saed tae thaim that follaed hïm, “A tell ye tha truith, A niver fun oniebodie wi sitch faith ïn aa Israel!

Then Jesus saed tae tha centurion, “Gae! It wull be daen fer ye tha wye ye believed ït wud.” An hïs sarvint got bettèr agane that verie mïnit.

Tha men wur dumfoonèrt an axt, “Whut kine o a man ïs thïs? Tha verie wun an tha waves daes hïs bïddin!”