35 Thïs ïs hoo ma heivenlie Faither wull dail wi iverie last yin o ye, ïf ye dïnnae forgie yer brither frae yer hairt.”
Hïs maistèr wus that ang'rie got, he turnt hïm ower tae tha jailers tae be tortured til he pyed bak aa he owed.
An forgie iz oor debts, jist as we hae forgien tha yins that's ïn debt tae us.
An whan yis stan up tae pray, forgie oniebodie that haes daen yis wrang, sae that yer heivenlie Faither wull forgie you tha wrangs yous hae daen.
[If yis dïnnae forgie ither fowk, nether wull yer heivenlie Faither forgie yous!]”
But he saed tae thaim, “Yous ir tha yins that try tae prove yersels richt ïn tha sicht o fowk, but God knows whut's ïn yer hairts, fer tha thïngs that's tarrible weel thocht o bi men wud be a scunnèr tae God.