14 Tha Wurd cum tae be flesh an bluid an leeved amang iz. We hae saa hïs glorie, tha glorie o tha Yin an Ainlie that cum frae tha Faither, fu o grace an truith.
An she haed hir furst babbie, a sinn. She rowlt hïm up ïn bïts o claith an püt hïm ïn a manger wi tha fother, acause thair wus nae ruim fer thaim ïn tha ludgin hoose.
Jesus answert, “Dae ye no ken me Phïlip, tha mair A hae bin amang yis aa thïs time? Oniebodie lukkin at me haes saen tha Faither. Sae hoo can ye say, ‘Show iz tha Faither’?
Faither, A'm lukkin fer thaim that ye gien me tae be wi me whar A am tae be, an tae see ma glorie, tha glorie ye hae gien me acause ye loved me afore tha warl wus stairtit.
“Sae ye wud be a kïng, then!” saed Pilate. Jesus answert, “Ye'r richt eneuch sayin A'm a kïng. As a mettèr o fect, tha raison A wus boarn, an fer why A cum ïntae tha warl, wus tae gie wutness tae tha truith. Iveriebodie that's on fer tha truith taks tent o whut A say.”
Fer God loved tha warl that much, that he gien hïs yin an ainlie Sinn, sae that whaiver pits thair trust ïn hïm wull no be loast, but wull leeve fer ivermair.
Oniebodie that believes on hïm ïs no condemned, but oniebodie that daesnae believe ïs aareadie condemned, fer he haesnae believed on tha name o God's yin an ainlie Sinn.
A be tha leevin breid that cums doon frae heiven. If oniebodie aits thïs breid, he wull leeve fer aye. Thïs breid ïs ma flesh, that A wull gie fer tha life o tha warl.”