68 Sayin, “Prophesie tae us, thou Anointit Ane! Wha wasʼt that clourʼd thee?”
Than they spat in his face, and baffʼt him; and ithers strack him wiʼ the loof,
And some begude to spit on him; and hid his face and daddit him, sayin, “Prophesie!” And the servitors dang him wiʼ their looves.