10 An whaniver hairst time cum roon, he sent a sarvin man tae tha fairmers, tae get a taste o tha fruit frae thaim, but the' bate up tha sarvin man an chaist hïm awa empie-hannit.
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, ye kïll tha proaphits an stane thaim that's sent tae ye! Monies tha time A wantit tae gether yer weans thegither, laik a hen gethers hir lachter o wee burds unnèr hir wïngs, but yis wudnae let me!
He turnt tae tha fowk an toul thaim thïs parable: “Thair wus thïs man plantit a vineyaird an he set ït tae a wheen o tenant-fairmers tae rin, afore gaun awa fer a lang time tae anither kintrie.
You dïdnae waal me, na, fer A waaled you, an appointit ye tae gang an bair fruit - fruit that wull last fer aye. An then tha Faither wull gie ye ocht ye ax fer ïn ma name.