Wae faa ye, maistèrs o tha Laa an Pharisees, ye hippycrates! Fer ye shut tha dure o tha Kïngdom o Heiven ïn fowks' faces. You yersels dïnnae enter, an yis'll no alloo thaim tae enter that's tryin tae git ïn!
Jesus then left Capernaum an went ïntae Judea, an he crosst ower tha rïver Joardan. Thair a crood o fowk gethert up agane, an he taicht thaim as he aye dïd.
An sae tha heid preeshts an tha Pharisees caad tha Cooncil thegither. “Is thïs no a hanlin? Whut'll we dae?” the' axt. “Fer thon man's daein a hale wheen o mïraclis signs.
But tha heid preeshts an Pharisees haed gien oardèrs that ïf oniebodie fun oot tha wharaboots o Jesus, the' maun let thaim know, sae as the' cud hae hïm lïftit.
The' wur quïzzin hïm fer tae ketch hïm oot, tae get tha gruns fer a chairge agin hïm. But Jesus stoopit doon an he stairtit tae scrieve ïn tha stour wi hïs fïng'r.