an bak tae hïs hametoon. An whaniver he stairtit taichin tha fowk thair ïn tha Meetin Hoose, the' wur aa dumfoonèrt. “Whar dïd thïs man get hïs wusdom an mïraclis pooers frae?” the' axt.
An whaniver tha heid preeshts an tha maistèrs o tha Laa heerd thïs, the' wantit tae dae awa wi hïm, fer the' wur feart o hïm, becas aa tha fowk wur wile taen on wi hïs taichin.
An whaniver tha Sabbath day cum roon, he stairtit taichin tha fowk thair ïn tha Meetin Hoose, an monie that heerd hïm wur stoondit. “Whar dïd he get aa thïs frae?” the' axt. “Whut's aa thïs wusdom that he's bin gien, that sitch mïracles ir wrocht bi hïs hans!
Sae ïn tha enn ït wus thrie days afore the' fun hïm. An thair he wus, sïttin ïn tha coortyaird o tha Hoose o God, takkin ïn whut tha taichers wur sayin, an quïzzin thaim.