Amavesi eBhayibheli adumile avela kokuthi N. Luc 22

Dlulisela

A g-radh: Athair, ma se do thoil e, cuir a chailis so seachad orm: ach cha n-e mo thoil-sa, ach do thoil-sa gun robh diante.

Ach ghuidh mi air do shonsa nach failnicheadh do chreideamh: ʼs an deigh do thionndadh, neartaich do bhraithrean.

ʼSa breith air aran, thug e taing, us bhrist e, us thug e dhaibh, a g-radh: Se so mo chorpsa, a tha air a thoirt seachad air ur son: Dianaibh so mar chuimhneachan ormsa.

ʼSa chailis mar an ciadna an deigh na suipreach, a g-radh: Si chailis so an tiomnadh nuadh na mʼ fhuilse, a dhoirtear air ur son.

Agus thainig fallus air mar bhoinnean fala a sileadh gu làr.

Ach cha n-ann mar so a bhios sibhse: ach am fear is mua a tha ʼnur measg, bitheadh e mar am fear is oige; ʼs am fear is ceannard, mar esan a tha frithealadh.

Ach thuirt esan: Tha mi g-radh riut, a Pheadair, nach goir an coileach an diugh, gus an aicheadh thu tri uairean gum bʼ aithne dhut mi. Us thuirt e riu