Then Jesus saed tae hïs follaers, “If oniebodie wants tae follae eftèr me, he maun ferget aboot hissel aathegither, tak up hïs cross an stïck clase tae me.
A hae ither sheep that daesnae belang tae thïs ree. A maun brïng thaim forbye. The'll tak heed o ma voice anaa, an thair wull be yin hirsle an yin shepherd.
Oniebodie that wants me as thair maistèr maun follae me; an whar A'm at, ye'll fin ma sarvint thonner forbye. Ma Faither wull gie honour tae hïm that sarves me.
“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.”
Tha bridegruim's tha yin that tha bride belangs tae. Still an aa, tha freen lukkin eftèr hïm stans alangside o hïm an bes gye gled tae lïsten tae tha soon o hïs voice. Noo A'm owercum wi joy masel.