An seein a fïg tree bi tha róad, he gaed up tae ït but fun naethin on ït apairt frae leafs. Then he saed tae ït, “May ye niver bair fruit agane!” An at yinst tha tree wuthert up.
Fer iverie yin that haes wull be gien mair, an he'll hae mair ner eneuch. An whaiver haes lïttle or naethin, even tha wee bït he haes wull be taen awa frae hïm!
Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he wus stoondit at hïm, an he turnt roon tae tha crood cumin eftèr hïm an saed, “A'm tellin ye, A niver fun oniebodie wi sitch faith ïn aa Israel.”
An then he addit, “A'm tellin yis tha truith, thair's a day cumin whaniver ye'll see heiven apen up, an tha angels o God gaun up an cumin doon on tha Sinn o Man.”