43 Tha nixt day Jesus made up hïs mine tae heid fer Galilee. He fun Phïlip an saed tae hïm, “Follae me.”
Phïlip an Bartholomew; Tammas an Mattha tha tex man; Jeames tha sinn o Alphaeus, an Thaddaeus;
Noo whan Jesus heerd tha wittins that Jhone haed bin püt ïn jail, he went bak ïntae Galilee.
But Jesus saed bak tae hïm, “Follae me, an let tha deid burie thair ain deid.”
Whan Jesus wus trevelin on frae thair, he saa a tex man bi tha name o Mattha sïttin ïn hïs hut. “Follae me,” he toul hïm, an Mattha ris up an follaed hïm.
A masel, tha Sinn o Man, hae cum tae luk fer thaim at's loast, an tae save thaim.”
Noo thïs aa cum aboot at Bethanie on tha faur side o tha Joardan, whar Jhone wus baptisin.
Tha nixt day Jhone saa Jesus cumin up tae hïm an saed, “Luk an behoul, tha Lamb o God that taks awa tha sïn o tha warl!
Tha nixt day Jhone wus bak thonner wi twa o hïs ain follaers.
Whaniver tha twa follaers heerd hïm say thïs, the' turnt an went eftèr Jesus.
Noo Phïlip cum frae Bethsaida, tha same toon as Andra an Petèr.
The' made an approach tae Phïlip, wha cum frae Bethsaida ïn Galilee. “Sïr,” the' saed, “we'r lukkin tae hae a wurd wi Jesus.”
Phïlip saed, “Loard, show iz tha Faither an that'll be eneuch fer iz.”
Thïs sign, at Cana ïn Galilee, wus tha furst that Jesus wrocht. In daein thïs, hïs glorie wus thair fer aa tae see, an hïs follaers believed ïn hïm.
Whaniver Jesus lïftit hïs een an saa a bïg nummer o fowk cumin til hïm, he saed tae Phïlip, “Whar cud we buy breid tae feed aa thae fowk?”
Phïlip toul hïm, “Twa hunnèr denarii wudnae be eneuch tae buy breid fer thaim aa!”