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Gin I speak wi the tungs o men an angels, but hae nae luve in my hairt, I am no nane better nor dunnering bress or a ringing cymbal. Gin I hae the gift o prophecie, an am acquient wi the saicret mind o God, an ken aathing ither at man may ken, an gin I hae siccan faith as can flit the hills frae their larachs — gin I hae aa that, I hae nae luv in my hairt, I am nocht. (I Cor 13.1-3)

The New Testament in Scots, trans. by W.L. Lorimer

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