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.”
But whan the Heid‐Priests and the Writers saw the ferlies that he did, and the bairns cryin oot iʼ the Temple, and sayinʼ “Hosanna to the Son oʼ Dauvid!” they war sair vexed;
And whan he was come intil the Temple, the Heid‐Priests and the Elders oʼ the people cam till him as he was teachin, and quoʼ they, “By whatna authoritie div ye do thir things? And wha gied ye this authoritie?”
And eʼen while he yet spak, look! Judas, ane oʼ the Twalʼ, cam, and wiʼ him a great thrang, wiʼ swords, and rungs, frae the Heid‐priests, and elders oʼ the nation.
And he begude to schaw them that the Son oʼ Man maun dree mony things, and be rejeckit oʼ the Elders, and the Heid‐priests, and the Scribes, and be slain; and eftir thrie days to rise again.
And the Writers and Heid‐priests wad fain hae grippit him in that vera ʼoor; but they war fleyʼt oʼ the people; for they saw he had spoken this parable again them.
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!”