16 You dïdnae waal me, na, fer A waaled you, an appointit ye tae gang an bair fruit - fruit that wull last fer aye. An then tha Faither wull gie ye ocht ye ax fer ïn ma name.
A'm no taakin aboot yis aa; A ken thaimins A hae waaled. But thïs ïs tae brïng aboot whut's writ doon ïn tha halie Scrïptures: ‘Hïm that shares ma breid wi me haes turnt agin me.’
If ye belanged tae tha warl, ït wud love ye as ïts ain. Aa tha same, ye dïnnae belang tae tha warl, but A hae waaled ye oot o tha warl. Thon's tha raison tha warl haits ye.