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 angel toul hir, “Tha Halie Spïrit an tha pooer o God wull cum doon on ye. An sae tha wean boarn tae ye wull be halie, an wull be caad tha Sinn o God.
Tha man that saa that happen haes gien wutness o ït, an hïs ïs a true wutness. He kens that he tells tha truith an he gies wutness sae as you micht believe forbye.
Oniebodie that believes on hïm ïs no condemned, but oniebodie that daesnae believe ïs aareadie condemned, fer he haesnae believed on tha name o God's yin an ainlie Sinn.
An oniebodie that pits thair belief ïn tha Sinn haes ayelastin life, but oniebodie that turns thair bak on tha Sinn winnae see life, but tha wrath o God hings ower hïm.
A'm tellin ye tha truith, whaiver hears ma wurd an believes hïm that sent me haes ayelastin life; he wull no be condemned; he haes flïttit frae deith tae life.
Fer ït's ma Faither's wull that oniebodie that luks tae tha Sinn an pits hïs trust ïn hïm wull hae ayelastin life, an A wull rise hïm up on tha Last Day.”