2 It wud be faur bettèr fer hïm ïf a mïllstane wus hung roon hïs neck an he wus drapt ïntae tha sea, rether ner hïm leadin yin o these puir wee craitèrs asthray.
Weel, we dïnnae want tae gie onie offence, sae gae ye doon tae tha loch an cast oot yer line. Tak tha furst fïsh ye ketch; apen ïts mooth an ye'll fin a coin. Tak that an gie ït tae thaim, an ït'll pye tha tex fer tha baith o iz!”
Tak tent that ye dïnnae luk doon on yin o these weans. Fer A tell ye that tha angels that luk eftèr thaim ir alang wi ma Faither ïn heiven, an the'ir readie onie mïnit tae spake up fer thaim.
Tha Sinn o Man maun follae tha róad tha Scrïptures foretoul lang syne. But wile sorra tae tha yin that bethrays hïm! It wud be faur bettèr fer that man ïf he haed niver bin boarn.”
But ïf oniebodie leads asthray yin o these weans that believes ïn me, ït wud be bettèr fer hïm ïf he wus throwed ïntae tha sea, wi a mïllstane roon hïs neck!
Whaniver the' wur daen aitin, Jesus saed tae Simon Petèr, “Simon, sinn o Jhone, dae ye love me mair ner aa these ither yins dae?” “Ay Loard,” qo he, “ye ken that A love ye.” Jesus saed, “Luk eftèr ma lambs.”