4 Whaniver Jesus heerd tell o ït, he saed, “Thïs ailment wull no enn up wi hïm deein. Na, ït's fer tha glorie o God, an fer tha Sinn o God tae get tha glorie oot o ït.”
But ïf A dae thaim, tha mair ye dïnnae believe whut A tell ye, jist believe whut tha warks thairsels tells ye. That wye yis'll unnèrstan fer shair that tha Faither ïs ïn me, an me ïn tha Faither.”
Eftèr these wurds, Jesus lukt up abain tae heiven. “Faither”, he saed, “tha time ïs cum. Gie glorie tae yer Sinn, sae as yer Sinn can gie glorie bak tae yersel.
That aa micht gie honour tae tha Sinn, jist as the' gie honour tae tha Faither. Hïm that daesnae honour tha Sinn, daesnae honour tha Faither that sent hïm.
Then tha man at wus blin wus brocht up afore thaim a saicont time. “God's yer wutness, sae taak tha truith noo,” the' saed. “We ken thïs man Jesus ïs a sïnner.”