Whan yis ir persecutit ïn yin place, fly tae anither. A tell ye tha truith, ye'll no hae feenished gaun throu aa tha toons o Israel afore tha Sinn o Man cums bak!
An latèr on, as Jesus wus sïttin on tha Moont o Olives, tha follaers cum tae hïm on hïs lane. “Tell iz,” the' saed, “whan wull aa thïs cum aboot, an whut wull be tha sign o yer cumin, an o tha enn o tha age?”
“It's as ye say,” Jesus answert. “But A'm tellin yis aa, that In a day tae cum yis'll see tha Sinn o Man sïttin at tha richt han o tha Michtie Yin, an cumin on tha cloods o heiven.”
Fer ïf oniebodie ïs no wullin tae stan up fer me an ma wurds ïn thïs wïckit an godless day an age, then tha Sinn o Man wull no stan up fer hïm whan he cums ïn hïs Faither's glorie wi tha halie angels.”
Wi that tha Jews caad oot, “Noo we ken fer shair that thair's a divil ïn ye! Abraham deed an tha proaphits deed as weel. Yit you'r tellin iz that ïf oniebodie houls tae yer wurd, he'll niver dee!