Fer tha hairt o these fowk haes becum haird; the' can harlie hear wi thair ears, an the' hae shut thair een. Itherwise the' cud see wi thair een, the' cud hear wi thair ears, the' cud unnèrstan wi thair hairts, an the' wud turn tae me, tae hail thaim.”’
A tell ye tha truith, afore heiven an irth passes awa, no tha weeest lettèr, ner even tha weeest stroke o a pen, wull pass awa frae tha Laa afore iveriethin God wants fer ït ïs brocht aboot.
Fer A'm tellin yis thïs: less yer guidness gaes beyont that o tha Pharisees an tha maistèrs o tha Laa, yis'll no git ïntae tha Kïngdom o Heiven, that's fer shair!
Whan ye fast, dïnnae luk doon In tha mooth as tha hippycrates dae, fer the' mak thair faces luk mïserable jist tae let fowk see the'r fastin. A tell ye tha truith, thïs ïs aa tha reward the'r gaun tae get.
Sae, whan ye gie ocht tae tha needie, dïnnae soon tha trumpet, tha wye tha hippycrates daes ïn tha Meetin Hooses an on tha streets, fer tae be weel thocht o. A tell ye tha truith, the' hae got aa tha reward the'ir gaun tae get.
An whan yis pray, dïnnae be laik tha hippycrates, fer the' love tae stan an pray ïn tha Meetin Hooses an on tha street coarners fer aa tae see. A tell ye tha truith, the' hae got aa the'ir gaun tae get.
An then he addit, “A'm tellin yis tha truith, thair's a day cumin whaniver ye'll see heiven apen up, an tha angels o God gaun up an cumin doon on tha Sinn o Man.”