29 An the' ris up, an the' driv hïm oot o tha toon, an the' tuk hïm up tae tha broo o tha hïll whar tha toon wus bigged, fer tae throw hïm doon heid furst.
Whaniver the' heerd these thïngs, aa tha fowk ïn tha Meetin Hoose wus wile ang'rie.
A ken yis ir tha childèr o Abraham. But yis ir lukkin tae kïll me, fer yis hae nae ruim ïn yer hairts fer whut A hae tae say.
An yit naethin'll dae yis but seein me kïllt, me that haes toul ye tha truith A heerd frae God. Abraham niver wud a daen that.
Whaniver the' heerd that, the' tuk up stanes fer tae pelt hïm, but Jesus jookt oot o sicht, an left tha Temple gruns.