18 If tha warl haits ye, hae mine that ït haitit me furst.
Ye'll be haitit bi yin an aa on accoont o me, but he that tholes tae tha enn wull be saved.
Then ye'll be hannit ower tae be persecutit an püt tae deith, an ye'll be haitit bi aa nations jist fer bein ma follaers.
Blisst ir you whan fowks baadmooth ye, an trait ye ïll, an miscaa ye on accoont o me.
Ye'll be haitit bi aa fowk on accoont o me, but tha yin that tholes tae tha enn wull be saved.
Blisst ir you whaniver fowk hait ye or gie ye tha coul shoodèr, baadmooth ye or blekin yer name, on accoont o tha Sinn o Man.
“A telt ye aa thïs sae that yer faith wull no be shuk.
A telt ye aa thon sae that ïn me yis can hae peace. In thïs warl ye wull hae nae enn o bother. But dïnnae be doon-hairtit got. Cheer up! A hae tha warl owercum.”
Iverie wrangdaer haits tha licht, an the'll no cum ïntae tha licht fer fear thair wrangdaeins wull be fun oot.
Tha warl haes nae cal tae hait yous. It haits me but, fer A stan wutness that tha warl daes nocht but ïll.