Ma dear childèr, A wull be wi yis jist a wee while lang'r. Ye'll be lukkin fer me, an jist laik A toul tha Jews, sae A'm tellin yous noo: ‘Whar A'm fer gaun, yis cannae cum.’
A'm cumin tae ye richt awa, but A'm taakin aboot thïs jist noo whan A'm still ïn tha warl, sae as the' can hae tha fu meesure o ma joy ïn thair hairts.
A wull bide ïn tha warl nae lang'r, but they ir ïn tha warl yit, an A'm fer cumin tae you. Halie Faither, luk eftèr thaim bi tha pooer o yer name - tha name ye gien me - sae the' can be yin laik we be yin.
Noo tha Passower Faist wus nearhan, an Jesus knowed that tha time wus cum fer hïm tae lea thïs warl an gang til tha Faither. Haein loved hïs ain that wus ïn tha warl, noo he apent up tae thaim tha fu meesure o hïs love.
Noo here's tha truith o ït, oniebodie that pits thair faith ïn me wull dae tha same warks that A dae. Ay, an he'll dae faur bïgger thïngs ner thon, fer A'm gaun tae be wi ma Faither.
Ye heerd me tellin ye, ‘A'm leain ye an A'm cumin bak til yis’. If ye loved me, ye wud be gled that A'm fer gaun tae tha Faither, fer tha Faither ïs mair bïgger ner me.
Jesus saed, “Dïnnae be hingin ontae me noo, fer A'm no yit gan bak tae tha Faither. But gang tae ma brithers an tell thaim thïs frae me: ‘A'm fer gaun bak tae ma Faither, an tae your Faither, tae ma God an tae your God’.”