“If ye ir tha Sinn o God,” saed he, “throw yersel doon! Fer tha Guid Buik says: ‘He wull tell hïs angels tae luk eftèr ye, an wi thair hans the' wull haud ye up, fer fear ye dunt yer fit agin a stane.’ ”
Whan ye fast, dïnnae luk doon In tha mooth as tha hippycrates dae, fer the' mak thair faces luk mïserable jist tae let fowk see the'r fastin. A tell ye tha truith, thïs ïs aa tha reward the'r gaun tae get.
An whan yis pray, dïnnae be laik tha hippycrates, fer the' love tae stan an pray ïn tha Meetin Hooses an on tha street coarners fer aa tae see. A tell ye tha truith, the' hae got aa the'ir gaun tae get.
A guid man brïngs guid oot o tha guidness stored ïn hïs hairt, an a evil man brïngs evil oot o tha evil ïn hïs hairt. Fer whutiver hïs hairt ïs fu o, that's whut cums oot o hïs mooth.
“A hae spauk oot ïn tha apen tae yin an aa,” Jesus reponed. “A aye taicht ïn Meetin Hooses or ïn tha Hoose o God, whar aa tha Jews cum thegither. A saed naethin behin shut dures.