“But that we gar‐them‐na stummle, gang ye till the Loch; and cast in a heuk, and tak the first fish comin up; and openin its mouʼ, ye sal find a shekel. Tak it, and gie to them for me and you.”
“The Son oʼ Man gangs, as it was written oʼ him; but wae to that man by wham the Son oʼ Man was deliverʼt up! It war gude for yon man gin he nevir had been born!”
“And whasae sal ensnare ane oʼ thir wee anes that lippen on me, it war better for him gin the muckle millstane was hangʼt aboot his neck, for him to be cuisten intil the sea!
Sae whan they had eaten, Jesus says to Simon Peter, “Simon, son oʼ John! Love ye mair than thir do?” He says to him, “Aye, Lord! thou kens I treasur thee!” He says to him, “Feed my wee lambs!”
Hoobeit, I haena taen ony oʼ thir things: and mair, I spak‐na oʼ thae things, that sae it soud be done to me; for I wad suner dee than that ony ane soud mak feckless my gloryin.