4 An the' wur wile fasht aboot ït. Aa o a suddent, thair wur twa men stannin bye ïn bricht claes.
Whaniver the' went ïntae tha tomb, the' saen a young man wi a white robe on hïm sïttin on tha richt han side, an the' wur thunnèrstruck.
Aa o a suddent, an angel o tha Loard cum amang thaim, an tha hale kintrie wus lichtit up bi tha glorie o tha Loard, an the' wur wile feart.
Tha weemen wus hairt feart, an bood doon wi thair faces tae tha grun. An tha men saed, “Fer why ir yis lukkin tha leevin amang tha deid?