But, staunin afore him, Zaccheus said, “Lord! I gie the hauf oʼ my gear to the puir; and gin frae ony ane I hae taen by fause dealin, I gie him back fowr‐fauld!”
But the Pharisee wha had bidden him, seein it, spak till his sel: “This ane, gin he war a prophet, wad hae taen tent wha and oʼ whatna sort this wumman is that touches him — that she is a bad ane.”