28 Bliss thaim that curses ye, an pray fer thaim that wushes ye ïll wull.
But A tell ye: Love yer enemies an pray fer thaim that traits ye ïll,
[An Jesus saed, “Faither, forgie thaim, fer the' dïnnae ken whut the'r daein.”] An tha sodgers gemmelt fer hïs claes, pairtin thaim amang thairsels.
But A'm sayin tae yous that's lïstenin: Love yer faes, dae guid tae thaim that haits ye.
But love yer faes, dae guid an lenn, no hopin tae get oniethin bak; an yis wull hae great reward an wull be sinns o tha Maist Heich, fer he ïs kine tae tha ungratefu an tha wïckit.