21 Tha maistèrs o tha Laa an tha Pharisees stairtit taakin amang thairsels. “Wha daes he thïnk he ïs, taakin sitch blesphemie? Wha can forgie sïns but God alane?”
Then tha Heich Preesht tore hïs claes an saed, “He haes spauk blesphemie! Whut dae we need onie mair wutnesses fer? Luk noo, ye hae aa heerd hïs blesphemie fer yersels.
Ye maun show bi tha wye ye leeve that ye hae turnt awa frae yer sïns. Dïnnae stairt sayin tae yersels, ‘We hae Abraham fer oor faither’, an hae daen wi that! Fer A tell ye that oot o thon stanes God can mak weans fer Abraham.
Anither day, as he wus lairnin tha fowk, thair wus Pharisees an taichers o tha Laa sïttin bye. The' haed cum frae aa tha vïllages roon aboot, oot o Galilee, an Judea an Jerusalem, an tha pooer o tha Loard wus thair fer tae hail thaim.