An thair wus a man thair an hïs richt han wus wuthert. Lukkin tae hae sumthin agin Jesus, tha Pharisees axt hïm, “Ir ye allooed tae hail on tha Sabbath day?”
Keepin a quare clase ee on hïm, the' sent yins that lut on the' wur honest, fer tae spie on hïm. The' wur hopin tae ketch hïm oot ïn sumthin he saed, fer the' wantit tae be able tae han hïm ower tae tha pooer o tha Roman Guviner.
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.
A nummer o tha Pharisees saed, “Thïs man ïsnae frae God, fer he daesnae keep tha Sabbath.” But ithers axt, “Hoo cud a sïnner dae aa thaim mïracles?” An the' wur divïd ower tha heid o ït.