He gan forrit a weethin, then he bood doon wi hïs face tae tha grun an he prayed, “Ma Faither, ïf ït ïs poassible, may thïs cup o sufferin be tuk awa frae me. Yit ït's your wull A'm wantin, an no ma ain.”
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.’
But tha tex man stud awa bak, an wudnae as much as lïft hïs een tae heiven, but he bate hïs breesht ïn sorra, an saed, ‘O God, hae mercie on me, fer A'm naethin but a sïnner!’