 The first item of business this afternoon is time for reflection and our time for reflection leader today is Gordon Haye, who has spent many years translating the Bible into Doric. Mr Haye. Presiding officer, members of the Scottish Parliament, thank you for the invitation to share in today's time for reflection. This invitation comes from my having produced the first ever translation of the whole Bible in any variant of the Scots language. I may say some 640 years after the first English translation, and I'd just like to share a couple of excerpts with you. Firstly, why do we speak different languages? Well, Genesis chapter 11 explains, knew at a time the hail, warl, a spack, a same tongue, and the same words. As fawc one art about to the east, they come on a better flat gron about shinar and saddle there. They said to ene another, come on, and mock a puckled bricks and fire them hard. Say they had bricks for big and wee, and dobs to had them together. Sign, they said, fat sort of idder. Well, big were sales a grand tune with a muckled tour with a toppled rocks and up to heaven. And will mock a name for were sales for fear would be scattered out of the world. Sign a lord come doon to see the tune in the tour of the fawc he's at bigot. And he said, here they are, a fawc, a tongue, and s is just a start out. Seeing they'll be able to do anything they want. Come on, will young doon and muck a mixture, muckster of their words, and the one I can fit in another saying. Say the lord, scurtle mywaf it there, hour the hail warrel, and the stupid begin a tune. Arts of why it's called babble, cos the lord made a babble o the spick o ar the warrel. And the famous passage from chapter three of the book of Ecclesiastes again in the old testament. Arthing is its season, and for elk a thing ydi aneth the heavens, there's a time. A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to shav, and a time to hearst. A time to die a wawi, and a time to muck a better. A time to poo doon, and a time to beg up. A time to greet, and a time to lach. A time to moor, and a time to dance. A time to stuttersteans, and a time to gither them up. A time to gi a bozi, and a time to head back for gi an a bozi. A time to sick, and a time to time. A time to hide on to things, and a time to fling a waw. A time to rive, and a time to sort. A time to be quiet, and a time to spick out. A time to loo, and a time to hate. A time for war, and a time for peace. Words written two and a half thousand years ago, but still very pertinent today. Presiding officer, thank you for the invitation. Thank you, Mr Hew. Thank you.