Популарни Библиски стихови од Mattha 9

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Then he saed tae hïs follaers, “Thair's a gran hairst waitin, but thair's no monie warkers tae gether ït ïn. Sae keep on axin tha Loard o tha hairst tae senn oot mair warkers ïntae hïs hairvest fiel.”

But awa an lairn tha mainin o thïs Scrïpture: ‘It's mercie A'm eftèr, A'm no eftèr secryfice.’ Fer A hinnae cum fer tae caa tha guid fowk [tae repent], A hae cum fer tae caa sïnners.”

Whaniver he saen tha croods, hïs hairt went oot tae thaim, acause the' wur aa laik sheep wi nae shepherd: troublet, on thair lane, wi nae róad tae turn.

On hearin thïs, Jesus saed, “It ïs no thaim that's weel needs a doctèr, but thaim that's seeck.

An Jesus trevelt throu aa tha toons an vïllages, taichin ïn thair Meetin Hooses, praichin tha Guid News o tha Kïngdom, an hailin iverie kine o disaise an ailment.