Then tha Kïng wull say tae tha yins on hïs richt han, ‘Cum, yous that ir blisst bi ma Faither; tak houl o yer inheritance, tha Kïngdom makkit readie fer ye frae tha time tha warl begun.
An thair an then Jesus wus owercum wi tha joy o tha Halie Spïrit, an he caad oot, “Faither, Loard o heiven an irth, A praise ye that ye hae kep these thïngs frae clivir an warlie-wise fowk, an made thaim clear eneuch fer weans tae unnèrstan. Ay, Faither, ït haes plaised ye tae dae ït thïs wye.
“Ma kïngdom,” qo Jesus, “ïsnae o thïs warl. If ït wus, ma gairds wud fecht tae stap me bein lïftit an brocht ïn afore tha Jewish heidyins. But na, ma kïngdom ïsnae frae here.”