7 Whan ye hear tell o wars an o taak aboot wars, dïnnae be püt aboot. Fer sitch thïngs maun happen, but tha enn ïs no near jist yit.
Dear halp tha warl fer tempin fowk tae dae wrang! Thair'll aye be thïngs that maks fowk dae wrang, but dear halp tha bodie that daes tha tempin!
Whaniver Kïng Herod heerd thïs, he wus baadlie püt aboot, an aa Jerusalem wi hïm.
Fer monies a yin wull cum ïn ma name, sayin, ‘A be tha Christ’, an the'll lead monie fowk aglee.
Nations wull mak war on ither nations, an kïngdoms wull rise up agin ither kïngdoms; thair wull be irthquakes ïn monie pairts, an thair wull be dirths ower tha lan tae. But aa thïs ïs onlie tha stairt o tha bairin pains cumin on.
“Dïnnae let yer hairts be sair annoyt. Pit yer trust ïn God, an lippen ïn me forbye.
Peace A lea wi ye, ma peace A gie ye. A dïnnae gie ye ocht tha wye tha warl gies. Dïnnae let yer hairts be annoyt an dïnnae be afeart.