Sell aff whut ye hae an gie tha siller tae tha puir, an thïs wull coont as treysure stored up ïn strang safe moneybaags ïn heiven, whar ït'll nether be stole bi thiefs ner et wi moths.
Sae tha weel-aff man confrontit hïm aboot thïs an he saed, ‘Whut's thïs A hear aboot ye? Gie an accoont o whut ye hae daen, fer A'll no hae ye aboot tha place onie mair.’
But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he saed tae tha man, “Thair's jist yin thïng ye still hae tae dae. Sell aa ye hae an gie tae thaim that haesnae much, an ye'll hae walth ïn heiven. An then cum bak an follae me!”
Weel, Mary tuk aboot a pint o pure nard, a scentit oyle that coast bïg money, an she poored ït ower Jesus's feet an gien thaim a dicht wi hir hair. An tha hoose wus fu o tha sweet scent o tha oyle.
But oniebodie that taks a drïnk o tha wattèr that A gie hïm wull niver hae a druith agane. Deed, ay, tha wattèr A gie hïm wull be a wattèr spoot, wallin up tae ayelastin life.”
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.
Dïnnae wark fer mait that gaes aff. Na, wark fer mait that keeps tae ayelastin life that tha Sinn o Man wull gie tae ye. Fer God tha Faither haes püt tha keel-mairk o hïs bakkin on tha Sinn.”