Sae Jesus went ïntae Jerusalem, an on ïntae tha Hoose o God. An whan he haed lukt roon, an haed tuk iveriethin ïn, he left fer Bethanie agane wi hïs twal follaers, becas ït wus gettin late on ïn tha day.
An thair wus thïs wumman wi a baad name aboot tha toon, an whaniver she heerd that Jesus wus aitin at tha Pharisee's hoose, she brocht a wee crock o scent wi hir,
An lo an behoul, tha deid man dïd cum oot, hïs hans an feet lapt wi strïps o linen, an a cloot roon hïs face. Jesus toul thaim, “Tak tha grave claes aff hïm, an let hïm gang.”
Bi noo a bïg thrang o Jews haed gethert whaniver the' fun oot that Jesus wus thair. The' wurnae cum jist on accoont o Jesus, but wur lukkin a wee skellie o Lazarus forbye, hïm that Jesus haed ris frae tha deid.