“Mony a ane wull say to me iʼ that day, ‘Lord, Lord! prophesyʼt we‐na iʼ thy name? And cuist‐we‐na oot demons iʼ thy name? And did‐we‐na mony ferlies iʼ thy name?’
Noo he kent their thochts; natheless he says to the man wiʼ his haun dwined awa, “Rise ye, and staun forth iʼ the mids!” And he raise, and stude forth.
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.”
Noo Jesus kent they war fain to speir at him; and said to them, “Dʼye seek amang yersels to ken oʼ what I said, ‘A wee while ye see‐me‐na, and than a wee while and ye sal see me?’
And he cam iʼ the mirk oʼ the nicht to Jesus, and quoʼ he, “Maister! we aʼ ken ye are a Teacher frae God; for nane could do sic wunner‐works as ye do, gin God warna wiʼ him!”