Sae A'm gaun tae senn ye proaphits, an wise men, an taichers. Some o thaim ye'll kïll an hing on a cross; ithers ye'll whup ïn yer Meetin Hooses an ye'll hunt thaim frae toon tae toon.
Sae A'm tellin ye, tak nae thocht fer yer life, whut ye'll ait or whut ye'll drïnk; ner yit aboot yer bodie, whut claes ye'll pit on ye. Is life no mair impoartin ner mait, an tha bodie mair impoartin ner claes?