And they followʼt him, eʼen the Scribes and the Pharisees; and whan they saw he was eatin wiʼ sinners and tax‐men, said to his disciples, “He eats and drinks wiʼ sinners and tax‐men!”
“The Pharisee, takin his staun, prayed sae by his sel — ‘Lord! I thank thee I am‐na like the lave oʼ men, extortioners, ill‐deedie anes, adulterers — or eʼen as this tax‐man!
And it cam aboot on ane oʼ thae days, that he was teachin, and thar war sittin Pharisees and Writers, wha war come oot oʼ ilka toun oʼ Galilee and Judea, and Jerusalem; and the Lordʼs pooer was thar to heal them.
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.”
And thar raise a great cry: and a wheen oʼ the Writers oʼ the Phariseesʼ pairt raise, and contendit, sayin, “We finʼ naething wrang wiʼ this man: aiblins a spirit spak to him; or an Angel!”