11 Eftèr he saed thïs, he went on, “Oor freen Lazarus ïs jist sleepin; but A'm awa fer tae waaken hïm up.”
Tha graves apent, an tha bodies o monie halie fowk that haed deed wur ris tae life.
“Awa er that! Tha wee lass ïs no deid, she's jist sleepin.” But the' begun tae lach at hïm.
He went ïn an saed tae thaim, “Whut's aa thïs narration an yowlin aboot? Tha wee lass ïs no deid, she's jist sleepin.”
It's whan ye'r waakin bi nicht that ye thrip up, fer ye hinnae tha licht ïn ye.”
Hïs follaers reponed, “Weel Loard, ïf he's jist haein a sleep, he'll shuin be on tha men.”
Hïs follaers thocht he wus taakin aboot ordinarie sleep, but Jesus wus mainin Lazarus wus deid.
Sae tha twa sïstèrs sent wurd tae Jesus, sayin, “Loard, tha yin ye love ïs seeck.”
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.