Naebodie can sarve twa maistèrs, fer ether he'll hait tha yin an love tha ither, or he'll stïck bye tha yin an thïnk naethin o tha ither. Ye cannae sarve baith God an Gowld.
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!”