Jesus saed tae thaim, “A tell ye tha truith, whaniver tha new warl cums aboot, an tha Sinn o Man sïts on hïs throne o glorie, yous that hae follaed me wull sït doon on twal thrones as weel, judgin tha twal clans o Israel.
Whan Jesus wus trevelin on frae thair, he saa a tex man bi tha name o Mattha sïttin ïn hïs hut. “Follae me,” he toul hïm, an Mattha ris up an follaed hïm.
But he saed tae hïs faither, ‘Luk, A hae wrocht haird fer ye aa these yeirs, an no yinst hae A no daen yer bïddin. Aa thïs time ye niver even gien me a wee góat tae hae a swaree wi ma freens!