An ïf tha fowk ïn onie place wull no mak yis walcum or gie yis a hearin, dicht tha stour aff yer feet as yis ir leain, as a wutness an warnin tae thaim.”
Then he saed tae hïs follaers, “Whaiver lïstens tae yous ïs lïstenin tae me, an whaiver turns hïs bak on you, turns hïs bak on me; an whaiver turns hïs bak on me, turns hïs bak on tha Yin that sent me.”
An he chairged hïm tae tell naebodie, but bïd hïm gang an show hissel tae tha preesht. “Gie an offerin fer yer cleansin,” saed Jesus, “as Moses telt iz ïn tha Laa, fer a wutness tae yin an aa that ye'r weel agane!”
An he saed tae thaim, “Whaiver maks thïs chile walcum ïn ma name, walcums me, an oniebodie that walcums me, walcums hïm that sent me. Tha yin regairdit o nae accoont amang ye, that's tha yin that'll hae tha maist honour.”