O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you that kïll tha proaphits an stane thaim that's sent tae ye, monies tha time A wantit tae gether yer weans thegither, laik a hen gethers hir lachter o wee burds unnèr hir wïngs, but yis wudnae let me!
Yis ir aye lukkin at tha ïns an oots o tha Scrïptures, fer ye thïnk that's tha wye ye'll hae ayelastin life. But A'm tha yin tha Scrïptures ïs taakin aboot!
Dïnnae wark fer mait that gaes aff. Na, wark fer mait that keeps tae ayelastin life that tha Sinn o Man wull gie tae ye. Fer God tha Faither haes püt tha keel-mairk o hïs bakkin on tha Sinn.”
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.”