37 An thair wus thïs wumman wi a baad name aboot tha toon, an whaniver she heerd that Jesus wus aitin at tha Pharisee's hoose, she brocht a wee crock o scent wi hir,
Noo whutch yin o tha twa daen whut hïs faither wantit?” “Tha furst yin,” the' saed. Jesus reponed, “A tell ye tha truith, tex men an weemen wi a baad name aboot tha toon wull get ïntae tha Kïngdom o God aheid o ye.
But tha tex man stud awa bak, an wudnae as much as lïft hïs een tae heiven, but he bate hïs breesht ïn sorra, an saed, ‘O God, hae mercie on me, fer A'm naethin but a sïnner!’
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!’
Then tha man at wus blin wus brocht up afore thaim a saicont time. “God's yer wutness, sae taak tha truith noo,” the' saed. “We ken thïs man Jesus ïs a sïnner.”