An seein a fïg tree bi tha róad, he gaed up tae ït but fun naethin on ït apairt frae leafs. Then he saed tae ït, “May ye niver bair fruit agane!” An at yinst tha tree wuthert up.
Lïsten tae anither parable. Thair wus thïs lanlaird that plantit a vineyaird. He fenced ït aa roon, he dug a winepress ïn ït an bigged a luk-oot tooer. Then he set tha vineyaird tae a wheen o tenant-fairmers tae rin, an gan awa on a thrip tae anither kintrie.
An he notyshed a fïg tree a guid wye aff wi leafs on ït, sae he went tae see ïf ït haed onie fruit; but ït haed naethin on ït apairt frae leafs, fer ït wusnae tha richt time o yeir.
The' cum tae Jerusalem. An Jesus went strecht ïntae tha Hoose o God, an he begun reddin oot tha dailers that wus buyin an sellin ïn tha coortyaird. He coupt tha tables o tha siller changers, an whammelt tha saits o thaim that wus sellin doos.
If a bodie daesnae bide ïn me, he ïs laik a brench that ïs redd oot an wuthers up an dees; sitch brenches ïs gethert up an coupt ïntae tha fire an brunt.