But whaniver that sarvint gaed oot, he cum on yin o hïs fella sarvints that owed hïm twarthie thoosan pun. He tuk houl o hïm bi tha throat an saed, ‘You pye me bak whut ye owe me!’
Sell aff whut ye hae an gie tha siller tae tha puir, an thïs wull coont as treysure stored up ïn strang safe moneybaags ïn heiven, whar ït'll nether be stole bi thiefs ner et wi moths.
Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he saed tae tha man, “Thair's jist yin thïng ye still hae tae dae. Sell aa ye hae an gie tae thaim that haesnae much, an ye'll hae walth ïn heiven. An then cum bak an follae me!”
He dïdnae say that oot o peetie fer tha puir, but becas he wus a thief. He kep tha siller-pooch an he jist dïppt ïntae ït fer hïs ain use whan he wantit.