But he saed tae thaim, “Yous ir tha yins that try tae prove yersels richt ïn tha sicht o fowk, but God knows whut's ïn yer hairts, fer tha thïngs that's tarrible weel thocht o bi men wud be a scunnèr tae God.
Tha Pharisee ris tae hïs feet, an prayed tae hissel: ‘O God, A thenk ye that A'm no laik ither fowk, ner fer that mettèr laik thon tex boy ower thonner! A dïnnae chait fowk, A dae naethin wrang, an A keep tae me ain wife. A fast twice ïn tha week, an A gie a tenth o aa A hae.’
Noo whaniver tha Pharisee that haed axt hïm tae cum saen thïs, he thocht tae hissel, “If thïs man wus a proaphit, he shud hae kent whut soart o a wumman thïs ïs that toucht hïm. He shud a knowed she's a baad wumman.”