20 A bent reed he'll no brek aff, an he'll no snuff oot a smoldèrin wïck, til he leads justice on tae vïctrie.
Cum tae me, aa you that's wearie an burdent, an A wull gie ye rest.
As Jhone's follaers wur leain, Jesus stairtit tae taak tae tha croods aboot hïm: “Whut dïd yis gang oot ïntae tha wuldèrness fer tae see? Wus ït tae see tha rushes sweein ïn tha wun?
“Tha Spïrit o tha Loard ïs cum ower me, fer he haes anointit me tae tell oot tha Guid News tae tha puir; he haes sent me fer [tae hail tha hairtbrauk], tae lowse thaim that's bun, tae gie sicht tae tha blin, fer tae set free thaim that's trod doon,