20 An eftèr sayin thïs, he showed thaim hïs hans an hïs side. Tha follaers wus fu o joy whaniver the' saa tha Loard.
Sae tha weemen hurriet frae tha tomb; the' wur afeart, yit fu o joy. The' run tae tell hïs follaers,
Weel here's tha truith o ït, you wull be greetin an murnin whan tha warl ootbye ïs blythesum. You'll be hairt-sair, but yer sorra wull turn ïntae joy.
Samewyes wi yous: noo's your time o sorra, but A wull see yis agane an yer hairts wull be sïngin fer joy, an naebodie wull tak yer joy awa frae ye.
Insteed o that, yin o tha sodgers püsht a pike ïntae Jesus's side, an that brocht oot a flush o bluid an wattèr.
Sae tha ither follaers toul hïm, “We hae saa tha Loard!” But he saed til thaim, “Less A behoul tha mairks o tha nails ïn hïs hans an pit ma fïng'r whar tha nails wus, an less A pit ma han ïntae hïs side, A'll niver believe ït!”
An then he saed tae Tammas, “Pit yer fïng'r here. Hae a luk at ma hans. Rax oot yer han an pit ït ïntae ma side. An quït yer dootin an believe!”