22 An thïs Canaanite wumman frae thaim pairts cum tae hïm, cryin oot, “Loard, Sinn o Davit, hae peetie on me! Ma dochtèr ïs sufferin sumthin tarrible wi an ïll spïrit.”
Wurd aboot hïm spreed aa ower Syria, an the' brocht tae hïm aa tha seeck fowk wi aa kines o disaises: thaim that wus tormentit, or bothert wi ïll spïrits, or tuk fïts, or fowk that wus paralysed, an he made thaim bettèr.
But tha tex man stud awa bak, an wudnae as much as lïft hïs een tae heiven, but he bate hïs breesht ïn sorra, an saed, ‘O God, hae mercie on me, fer A'm naethin but a sïnner!’