Monies a yin'll say tae me on tha Day o Reckonin, ‘Loard, Loard, dïd we no proaphesy ïn yer name, an ïn yer name dïd we no drive oot ïll spïrits an dae a hale lock o mïracles?’
Noo whaniver tha Pharisee that haed axt hïm tae cum saen thïs, he thocht tae hissel, “If thïs man wus a proaphit, he shud hae kent whut soart o a wumman thïs ïs that toucht hïm. He shud a knowed she's a baad wumman.”
Jesus saa the' wur lukkin tae ax hïm aboot ït aa, sae he saed tae thaim, “Ir ye speerin yin anither aboot me sayin, ‘In a wee while ye'll see me nae mair, an then eftèr anither wee bït, yis wull see me’?
He cum tae Jesus at nicht an saed, “Rabbi, we ken ye'r a taicher that haes cum frae God, fer naebodie cud wark these signs ye ir daein ïf God wusnae wi hïm.”