51 A be tha leevin breid that cums doon frae heiven. If oniebodie aits thïs breid, he wull leeve fer aye. Thïs breid ïs ma flesh, that A wull gie fer tha life o tha warl.”
An he tuk tha breid as weel, an whaniver he haed gien thenks tae God, he brauk ït, an hannit ït tae thaim, an saed, “Thïs ïs ma bodie [gien fer you. Dae thïs ïn mine o me.”
Tha Wurd cum tae be flesh an bluid an leeved amang iz. We hae saa hïs glorie, tha glorie o tha Yin an Ainlie that cum frae tha Faither, fu o grace an truith.
Fer God loved tha warl that much, that he gien hïs yin an ainlie Sinn, sae that whaiver pits thair trust ïn hïm wull no be loast, but wull leeve fer ivermair.
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.
An Jesus saed tae thaim, “A am tha breid o life. Hïm that cums tae me wull niver get hung'rie, an hïm that believes ïn me wull niver hae a druith agane.