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.
But whan you pray, gang awa ïntae a ruim alane, shut tha dure an pray tae yer Faither ïn saicret. Then yer Faither at sees whut ïs daen ïn saicret, wull reward ye.
But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.