Wives, in the same way, the Son suffered fer all, in the same way he committed no sin, in the same way no deceit whar found in his mouth, in the same way the Son ne’er lashed out nor made threats and accusations but instead left his fate in the hands of Skipper who judges justly—submit ter yer mates.
Fer when ye do this, if he be not won over by words, he might be won over ter the Son by yer purity, reverence, and godly behavior.
Yer beauty should be from the unfading glory of a gentle spirit, not one that quarrels — from a quiet spirit, not one that boasts and demands attention.
Such a spirit be of great worth in Skipper’s sight. If ye wish ter make yerself lovely, put yer hope in Skipper. This be how the holy women of old made themselves attractive ter thar mates and ter thar neighbors. They whar submissive. Do what be right. Do not give way to fear. Trust in Skipper and give yer mate over ter him. Skipper and the Son know a heap more ’bout how ter corral and correct a feller fer ever chap be made in the image of Skipper.
Husbands, be considerate of yer wives and treat ’em with respect. Skipper shouldn’t have ter tell ye this, but I reckon it be an issue fer some, else Old Pete need not bring it up.
Treat yer mate with the same respect ye give ter Skipper and more on account of she doth hath ter put up with ye all the live long day. Yer wife be an heir ter Skipper’s kingdom, same as ye. She also be yer life partner and a gift from Skipper.
Tolerating a wrong attitude toward yer wife causes ye ter follow the spirit of the devil. She be the mum of yer youngins, and those tots be watching how ye treat thar mother, yer may lay ter that. For thar sake and yers, doth not do nary a thing ter hinder yer prayers.
All must appear befer the judgment seat of the Son. If ye not be treating yer wife with respect, tenderness, grace, mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and above all, love, it be a sign of disrespect to her and Skipper.
Of this ye kin be sure: ye doth not want the Son to be casting a disparaging look yer direction on account of how ye treated the misses. Shape up, fellers. She be yer help mate, not yer hate mate. Love her like yer soul depends on it, fer if ye neglect this gift from Skipper, ye be no better than a scallawag headed fer the gallows.