Àwọn Ẹsẹ Bíbélì Tí Ọ̀pọ̀ Èèyàn Mọ Matthew 17

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And he says to them, “For that ye want faith: for truly say I tʼye, gin aiblins ye had faith eʼen as a pickle oʼ mustard‐seed, ye sal say till this mountain, ‘Flit ye to yon place!’ and it sal flit; and nocht sal be ayont yere pooer.

Whiles he was speakin, lo! a clud oʼ brichtness cam ower them; and a voice cam oot oʼ the clud, sayin, “This is my Son! the Beloved, wham I delicht in! Hear ye till him!”

And Jesus said, “O race, thrawart and wantin faith? hoo lang sal I be wʼye? hoo lang sal I thole ye? Bring him here to me!” Than did Jesus challenge the demon, and he gaed forth oot oʼ him; and the laddie was made hale frae that ʼoor.