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.”
Phïlip, dae ye no believe that A be ïn tha Faither an tha Faither's ïn me? Tha wurds A'm taakin til yis ir no jist ma ain. Na, ït's tha Faither, leevin ïn me, wha's daein hïs wark.
Then Jesus toul thaim, “A'm tellin ye tha truith, tha Sinn can dae naethin on hïs ain, but onlie whut he sees hïs Faither dae; fer whutiver tha Faither daes, tha Sinn daes tae.
Sae Jesus saed, “Whan ye hae lïftit up tha Sinn o Man, then ye wull ken that A am tha yin A saed A wus, an that A dae naethin ava on ma ain, but gie wurd o whut tha Faither haes tocht me.
Jesus telt thaim, “If God wus yer Faither, ye wud love me, fer A cum frae God, an noo here A be. A'm no cum on ma ain accoont; ït wus hïm that sent me.