Blin fowk can see noo, lameters can waak, fowk wi leprosie ir made weel. Deef fowk can hear. Tha deid leeve agane. An tha Guid News ïs praicht tae tha puir.
Then tha Kïng wull say tae tha yins on hïs richt han, ‘Cum, yous that ir blisst bi ma Faither; tak houl o yer inheritance, tha Kïngdom makkit readie fer ye frae tha time tha warl begun.
But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
“Tha Spïrit o tha Loard ïs cum ower me, fer he haes anointit me tae tell oot tha Guid News tae tha puir; he haes sent me fer [tae hail tha hairtbrauk], tae lowse thaim that's bun, tae gie sicht tae tha blin, fer tae set free thaim that's trod doon,