Whaniver tha taichers o tha Laa an tha Pharisees saen hïm alang wi tha sïnners an tex men, the' axt hïs follaers, “Whut's he daein aitin wi tex getherers an sïnners?”
Tha Pharisee ris tae hïs feet, an prayed tae hissel: ‘O God, A thenk ye that A'm no laik ither fowk, ner fer that mettèr laik thon tex boy ower thonner! A dïnnae chait fowk, A dae naethin wrang, an A keep tae me ain wife. A fast twice ïn tha week, an A gie a tenth o aa A hae.’
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.
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?”
But tha Sinn o Man cum aitin an drïnkin, an ye say, ‘Wud ye luk at hïm, he's a glutton, an he's tarrible fand o tha drïnk, sae he ïs - tha freen o tex men an wrangdaers!’
Noo whaniver tha Pharisee that haed axt hïm tae cum saen thïs, he thocht tae hissel, “If thïs man wus a proaphit, he shud hae kent whut soart o a wumman thïs ïs that toucht hïm. He shud a knowed she's a baad wumman.”