“It's as ye say,” Jesus answert. “But A'm tellin yis aa, that In a day tae cum yis'll see tha Sinn o Man sïttin at tha richt han o tha Michtie Yin, an cumin on tha cloods o heiven.”
Tha centurion an thaim alang wi hïm that wus gairdin Jesus, whaniver the' saa tha irthquake an aa that haed happent, the' wur hairt-scarred, an the' saed, “Thair can be nae doot, thïs wus tha Sinn o God!”
Forbye, demons cum oot o monie o thaim, cryin oot, “Ye ir [Christ,] tha Sinn o God!” An he wud chack thaim, oardèrin thaim no tae spake, fer the' kent that he wus tha Christ.
“Sae ye wud be a kïng, then!” saed Pilate. Jesus answert, “Ye'r richt eneuch sayin A'm a kïng. As a mettèr o fect, tha raison A wus boarn, an fer why A cum ïntae tha warl, wus tae gie wutness tae tha truith. Iveriebodie that's on fer tha truith taks tent o whut A say.”