4 Sae he run awa on aheid, an shïnned up a sycomore fïg tree alang tha wye, tae hae a guid luk at Jesus whan he wus gaun bye.
An tha Loard saed, “If yis haed faith as smaa as a mustèrt seed even, yis cud say tae thïs mulberry tree, ‘Cum oot bi tha ruit an plant yersel ïn tha sea’, an richt awa ït'd dae whut ït's toul.
An he wus wantin tae see fer hissel whut Jesus wus laik, but he wus a wee man, an he cudnae get near Jesus fer tha crood.
An whan Jesus cum tae tha tree, he lukt up an saed til hïm, “Zacchaeus, git doon or that richt noo! Fer A'm gaun tae yer hoose tha day!”
An whan the' cudnae fin a róad ïn acause o aa tha thrang, the' went up on tae tha tap o tha hoose, an lut hïm doon on hïs bed throu tha ruif, ïn amang tha fowk, richt fornent Jesus.