“Ye dïnnae ken whut ye'r axin,” Jesus saed tae thaim. “Can you drïnk tha cup o sufferin that A'm gaun tae drïnk, [or can ye be baptised wi tha baptisin that A am tae be baptised wi]?” “Ay, that we can,” the' saed.
He gan forrit a weethin, then he bood doon wi hïs face tae tha grun an he prayed, “Ma Faither, ïf ït ïs poassible, may thïs cup o sufferin be tuk awa frae me. Yit ït's your wull A'm wantin, an no ma ain.”
He went awa a saicont time an he prayed, “O ma Faither, ïf thair's naethin else fer ït, an ïf A hae tae drïnk thïs cup o sufferin, may your wull be daen.”
Faither, A'm lukkin fer thaim that ye gien me tae be wi me whar A am tae be, an tae see ma glorie, tha glorie ye hae gien me acause ye loved me afore tha warl wus stairtit.
“Ma kïngdom,” qo Jesus, “ïsnae o thïs warl. If ït wus, ma gairds wud fecht tae stap me bein lïftit an brocht ïn afore tha Jewish heidyins. But na, ma kïngdom ïsnae frae here.”
Jesus saed, “Dïnnae be hingin ontae me noo, fer A'm no yit gan bak tae tha Faither. But gang tae ma brithers an tell thaim thïs frae me: ‘A'm fer gaun bak tae ma Faither, an tae your Faither, tae ma God an tae your God’.”