Fer luk, tha day's no faur aff, whan the' wull be sayin, ‘Blisst ir tha weemen that's barren, an tha wames that niver bair weans, an tha breeshts that niver gie mïlk.’
In thaim days ït'll be tarrible fer weemen that's expectin, an fer mithers wi weans at tha breesht. Thair'll be a wile baad time o sufferin aa ower tha lan, an God's ang'r wull be agin thïs fowk.
“Dae ye hear whut these weans ir sayin?” the' axt Jesus. “Ay,” he reponed, “hae yis niver read whut tha Scrïptures say, ‘Frae oot o tha mooth o childèr an weans ye hae brocht wurds o praise’?”