3 Sae tha twa sïstèrs sent wurd tae Jesus, sayin, “Loard, tha yin ye love ïs seeck.”
Whan tha Loard lukt at hir, he tuk peetie on hir, an he toul hir, “Dïnnae greet”.
Thair wus thïs man the' caad Lazarus an he wusnae verie weel. He wus frae Bethanie, a wee toon whar hïs sïstèrs Mary an Mairtha leeved.
Eftèr he saed thïs, he went on, “Oor freen Lazarus ïs jist sleepin; but A'm awa fer tae waaken hïm up.”
Noo thïs wus tha same Mary that poored scent on tha Loard an gien hïs feet a dicht wi hir hair. It wus hir brither that wus no weel.
“Loard,” Mairtha saed tae Jesus, “If you haed hae bin here, ma brither wudnae be deid.
Tha Jews saed, “See tha much he loved hïm!”
Mairtha an hir sïstèr an Lazarus wus aa loved bi Jesus,
“Yis caa me ‘Taicher’ an ‘Loard’, an ye'r richt, fer that's wha A am.
Yin amang thaim, tha follaer that Jesus loved, wus leant bak agin hïm.