Aa o a suddent, thair wus a michtie irthquake, fer an angel o tha Loard cum doon frae heiven! He gaed tae tha tomb, an he rowlt bak tha stane an he sut on ït.
On tha furst day o tha week, at tha scraich o day, tha weemen cum tae tha tomb, an brocht tha spices the' haed makkit readie. [An thair wus ither yins alang wi thaim.]