And sae, judge nocht ower?-?sune, till the time the Lord comes, wha wull baith mak plain the hidlin things oʼ the mirkness, and wull schaw the thochts oʼ the hearts: and than, ilk aneʼs commendin sal come frae God.
Than said he to them, “Ilka scribe wiʼ the lear oʼ the Kingdom oʼ Heeven, is like till ane that is heid oʼ a hoose, wha can fesh oot oʼ his presses things baith new and auld.”