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.
An the' toul tha wumman eftèr, “We ir no believin ïn hïm onie mair jist becas o whut you telt iz. We hae heerd hïm fer oorsels, an noo we ken that thïs man ïs tha Saviour o tha warl.”
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.”