Sell aff whut ye hae an gie tha siller tae tha puir, an thïs wull coont as treysure stored up ïn strang safe moneybaags ïn heiven, whar ït'll nether be stole bi thiefs ner et wi moths.
Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he saed tae tha man, “Thair's jist yin thïng ye still hae tae dae. Sell aa ye hae an gie tae thaim that haesnae much, an ye'll hae walth ïn heiven. An then cum bak an follae me!”
An ïf a bodie gies ye a slap on tha cheek, turn tha ither side til hïm forbye. An ïf a bodie ïs lukkin yer tap-cóat aff ye, let hïm hae yer shirt as weel.
Gie an yis'll be gien tae; a guid misure, preest doon, shuk thegither an skailin ower wull be gien tae yis. Fer tha misure yis gie wull be tha misure yis get bak.”