But he saed tae thaim, “Yous ir tha yins that try tae prove yersels richt ïn tha sicht o fowk, but God knows whut's ïn yer hairts, fer tha thïngs that's tarrible weel thocht o bi men wud be a scunnèr tae God.
Sae, whan ye gie ocht tae tha needie, dïnnae soon tha trumpet, tha wye tha hippycrates daes ïn tha Meetin Hooses an on tha streets, fer tae be weel thocht o. A tell ye tha truith, the' hae got aa tha reward the'ir gaun tae get.
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.
Hïm that gies oot hïs ain thochts daes ït fer hïs ain glorie. But hïm that daes ït fer tha glorie o tha yin that sent hïm, he's a man o truith; thair's nae lees aboot hïm ava.