4 Yinst mair Pilate cum oot an toul tha Jews, “Luk see, A'm brïngin hïm oot til ye an A'm tellin yis agane that A can fin nae gruns fer a chairge agin hïm.”
Noo as Pilate wus sïttin on tha judge's sait, hïs wife sent hïm thïs message: “Hae naethin tae dae wi thon innocent man, fer A'm tellin ye, A'm sair tormentit thïs day bi a draim A haed aboot hïm!”
Whaniver Pilate saen that he wus gettin naewhar, but that he wus aboot tae hae a riot on hïs hans, he got some wattèr an waasht hïs hans afore tha crood o fowk. “A'm no guiltie o thïs man's bluid,” saed he. “On your heids be ït!”
Tha centurion an thaim alang wi hïm that wus gairdin Jesus, whaniver the' saa tha irthquake an aa that haed happent, the' wur hairt-scarred, an the' saed, “Thair can be nae doot, thïs wus tha Sinn o God!”
Tha mïnit tha heid preeshts an tha Temple gairds saa hïm, the' shoutit oot, “Crucyfie hïm! Crucyfie hïm!” But Pilate answert, “Weel, yous can crucyfie hïm yersels, fer A can fin nae gruns fer a chairge agin hïm.”