57 “And why, eʼen frae amang yersels, judge‐ye‐na oʼ the richt?
And Jesus answerʼt, and said to them, “Truly say I tʼye, Gin ye hae faith, ye mayna only do as is dune to the fig‐tree, but aiblins ye may say to this mountain, ‘Flit thou, and faʼ intil the sea!’ it sal be dune.
“For John cam to ye, schawin richtousness; and ye wadna believe him. And ye, seein it aʼ, didna eʼen repent eftirhaun, that ye micht lippen till him.
“At siccan a time as they bud, ye lookin on, oʼ yere ain sels ken that simmer is comin.
“Judge‐na oʼ things as they seem to the ee, but judge richt judgment.”
And wiʼ mony mair words testifyʼt he, sayin, “Deliver yersels frae this thrawart generation!”
Think for yere ain sels:— Isʼt seemly for a wumman, uncoverʼt, to be prayin to God?
Disna eʼen natur tell ye, that a man, gin aiblins he has lang hair, it is a discredit to him?