29 Sae she dïd ït, an strecht aff tha bleedin stapt. An she felt ïn hir bodie that she wus rïd o hir bother.
An lo an behoul, thair wus thïs wumman that wus bothert wi bleedin fer twal yeir. She cum up behin hïm an toucht tha enn o hïs cloke.
Fer he haed hailt that monie fowk, that aa tha yins wi an ailment püsht forrit tae touch hïm.
becas she thocht: “If A cud jist touch hïs claes, A wull be made weel agane!”
“Dochtèr,” he saed til hir, “yer faith haes made ye weel. Gang ïn peace; ye ir redd o yer trouble.”
At that oor, Jesus made a lock o seeck fowk weel agane frae thair ailments. He rïd thaim o ïll spïrits, an he made fowk that wur blin able tae see agane.