Yin day a thortie on tha Laa stud up an axt Jesus a question tae pit hïm tae tha test: “Maistèr, whut can A dae tae be shair A'll hae iverlastin life?”
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.
An A'm tellin ye, yis shud uise yer warlie siller tae mak freens ïn tha warl; an sae, whan money's nae mair use tae ye, yis wull be gien a walcum ïntae yer iverlastin hame.
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!”