19 An Jesus went on tae say, “Yin time thair wus thïs weel-aff man that dresst up ïn fancie claes, an leeved iverie day ïn tha lap o luxurie.
An the' rigged hïm oot ïn a purple robe, an the' plettit thoarns thegither ïntae a croon an the' püt ït on hïs heid.
An eftèr the' haed daen makkin a mockerie o hïm, the' tuk tha purple robe aff hïm, an püt hïs ain claes bak on, an tuk hïm oot fer tae crucyfie hïm.
A wheen o days latèr, tha young'r yin gethert up aa hïs belangins an he went aff tae a faur-aff kintrie. He spent aa roon hïm ïn wile leevin.
An Jesus went on tae say tae hïs follaers, “Yinst thair wus a weel-aff man that haed a bodie lukkin eftèr hïs affairs, an summodie toul hïm that thïs owerseer wus squannèrin iveriethin.
Whaiver pits awa hïs wife an gets merriet agane ïs commïttin adultèrie; an whaiver merries hir that's divorced commïts adultèrie as weel.”
An then thair wus thïs puir beggar, covert wi sairs, caad Lazarus, that lay at hïs gate.