Eftèr aa thïs, tha Loard caad oot seiventie mair follaers an sent thaim oot aheid o hïm, twa bi twa, tae aa tha toons an places whar he wus gaun tae vïsit hissel.
An thïs ïs hoo tha Loard answert hïm. “Yis oul hippycrates! Shair, dae yis no lowse yer kye an yer cuddies frae tha staal on tha Sabbath, an tak thaim oot tae wattèr thaim?
Oniehoo, Zacchaeus stud up an toul Jesus, “A tell ye whut, Loard. A'll gie tha half o whut A hae tae thaim at haes need o ït. An ïf A hae got oniethin bi chaitin, A'll pye ït bak fower times ower.”
An tha Loard turnt an lukt at Petèr. An Petèr haed mine o hoo tha Loard haed saed tae hïm: “Afore tha roostèr craas ïn tha moarnin, ye wull deny me thrie times.”
Whan he cum near tha gate ïntae tha toon, ït happent that the' wur cairryin oot a deid man, a weeda wumman's ainlie sinn. An a bïg crood wus follaein hir oot frae tha toon.
An he caad fer twa o thaim an sent thaim tae tha Loard fer tae ax, “Wud you be tha Yin that wus supposed tae cum, or shud we be lukkin oot fer some ither bodie?”
“Wumman,” qo he, “Whut ir ye greetin fer? Wha ïs ït ye'r lukkin?” She thocht ït wus tha gairdner, an she saed, “Sïr, ïf ye hae cairriet hïm awa, tell iz whar ye hae püt hïm, an A'll get hïm.”