17 “You fowk ir faithless an aisie led,” Jesus saed. “Hoo lang wull A be wi ye afore yis believe? Hoo lang dae A hae tae pit up wi ye? Brïng tha wee lad here tae me.”
An ïf that ïs tha wye God pits claes on tha gress o tha fiel, that's here theday an throwed ïntae tha fire themorra, dae you dooters no unnèrstan that he'll luk eftèr you anaa?
Latèr on, Jesus showed hissel tae tha Eleiven that wur aitin roon tha boord, an he chackt thaim fer no haein mair faith, an fer no bein wullin tae believe thaim that haed saen hïm eftèr he wus ris frae tha deid.
An Jesus saed, “You fowk ir sae faithless an aisie led! Hoo lang wull A be wi ye afore yis believe? Hoo lang dae A hae tae pit up wi ye? Brïng yer sinn here tae me!”