But whan he saa a wheen o Pharisees an Sadducees cumin tae whar he wus baptisin, he saed tae thaim, “Ye sleekit shooer o vipers! Wha telt ye tae rin frae tha wrath o God that's cumin?
Phïlip, dae ye no believe that A be ïn tha Faither an tha Faither's ïn me? Tha wurds A'm taakin til yis ir no jist ma ain. Na, ït's tha Faither, leevin ïn me, wha's daein hïs wark.
Then Jesus toul thaim, “A'm tellin ye tha truith, tha Sinn can dae naethin on hïs ain, but onlie whut he sees hïs Faither dae; fer whutiver tha Faither daes, tha Sinn daes tae.
“A hae monies a thïng A cud say aboot yis, an tae condemn yis wi. A'll no say ït but. Hïm that sent me ïs siccar, an ït's whut A hae heerd frae hïm that A tell tha warl.”
Yous jist dae whut yer ain faither daes!” “Nane o iz wus boarn ootbye a laafu femlie,” the' answert bak. “We hae tha yin faither, an that's God hissel!”
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.