The' brocht a paralysed man tae hïm, lyin on a bed. An whaniver Jesus saa tha faith the' haed, he saed tae tha paralysed man, “Tak hairt, sinn; yer sïns ïs aa forgien.”
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.”
A telt ye aa thon sae that ïn me yis can hae peace. In thïs warl ye wull hae nae enn o bother. But dïnnae be doon-hairtit got. Cheer up! A hae tha warl owercum.”