Tha Kïngdom o Heiven ïs laik treysure hïd ïn a fiel. Thair wus thïs man fun ït, an he went an hïd ït agane; an he wus that plaised aboot ït, he went an soul aa he haed an he bocht tha fiel.
An nether cud Jeames an Jhone, tha sinns o Zebedee, that wur nighberin wi Simon. Jesus saed tae Simon, “Dïnnae be feart. Frae noo on, ït's men ye'll be ketchin.”
He haes iverie brench cut aff o me that haes gien nae fruit. An iverie brench that daes gie fruit he faces bak a weethin sae that ït fruits aa tha mair.
If a bodie daesnae bide ïn me, he ïs laik a brench that ïs redd oot an wuthers up an dees; sitch brenches ïs gethert up an coupt ïntae tha fire an brunt.