But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
Saed tha kïng, ‘A'll tell ye thïs, iverie yin that haes wull be gien mair; an whaiver haes lïttle or naethin, even whut he haes wull be taen awa frae hïm!
An then tha follaer that Jesus loved saed tae Petèr, “It's tha Loard, sae ït ïs!” Tha mïnit Simon Petèr heerd hïm say, “It's tha Loard,” he lapt hïs ooter claes roon hissel - fer he haed taen thaim aff fer fïshin - an he lep ïntae tha wattèr.
But oniebodie that taks a drïnk o tha wattèr that A gie hïm wull niver hae a druith agane. Deed, ay, tha wattèr A gie hïm wull be a wattèr spoot, wallin up tae ayelastin life.”