A'm no taakin aboot yis aa; A ken thaimins A hae waaled. But thïs ïs tae brïng aboot whut's writ doon ïn tha halie Scrïptures: ‘Hïm that shares ma breid wi me haes turnt agin me.’
You dïdnae waal me, na, fer A waaled you, an appointit ye tae gang an bair fruit - fruit that wull last fer aye. An then tha Faither wull gie ye ocht ye ax fer ïn ma name.
If ye belanged tae tha warl, ït wud love ye as ïts ain. Aa tha same, ye dïnnae belang tae tha warl, but A hae waaled ye oot o tha warl. Thon's tha raison tha warl haits ye.
Whaniver A wus wi thaim, A lukt eftèr thaim an kep thaim safe an siccar bi tha name ye gien me. Nane haes bin loast apairt frae tha yin duimt tae be desthroyt, sae as whut wus writ ïn tha Scrïptures micht cum aboot.
Yit thair's yins amang ye that dïnnae believe.” Fer Jesus knowed richt frae tha stairt whut yins o thaim wudnae believe an wha ït wus that wud bethray hïm.
Ye belang tae your faither, tha deil, an ye'r wantin tae dae whut's ïn yer faither's hairt. He wus a murdèrer richt frae tha stairt, nae freen o tha truith, fer thair's nae truith ïn hïm. Whan he tells lees, he taaks hïs ain leid, fer he's a doonricht liar, ay, tha faither o lees.