Fer iverie yin that haes wull be gien mair, an he'll hae mair ner eneuch. An whaiver haes lïttle or naethin, even tha wee bït he haes wull be taen awa frae hïm!
But tha yin that dïd wrang whaniver he dïdnae unnèrstan whut he shud a daen, he'll get aff aisie, tha mair he daesnae desarve ït. God wull ax a lock frae thaim that's bin gien a lock. Tha mair the' hae bin gien tae luk eftèr, tha mair the' wull hae tae answer fer.
Sae tha weel-aff man confrontit hïm aboot thïs an he saed, ‘Whut's thïs A hear aboot ye? Gie an accoont o whut ye hae daen, fer A'll no hae ye aboot tha place onie mair.’
But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
Fer ïf oniebodie ïs no wullin tae stan up fer me an ma wurds, then tha Sinn o Man wull no stan up fer hïm whan he cums ïn hïs glorie, an tha glorie o hïs Faither an tha halie angels tae.