But whaniver that sarvint gaed oot, he cum on yin o hïs fella sarvints that owed hïm twarthie thoosan pun. He tuk houl o hïm bi tha throat an saed, ‘You pye me bak whut ye owe me!’
Wull we gie or wull we no gie?” The' wur twa faced, but Jesus saa throu thaim an axt, “Fer why ir ye tryin tae ketch me oot? Brïng me a denarius til A see!”
Fer he wull be ootstannin ïn tha sicht o tha Loard. He's no tae tak wine or onie ither kine o strang drïnk, an he'll be fu o tha Halie Spïrit richt frae hïs mither's wame.
Tha nixt moarnin, whan he wus leain, he tuk oot twa siller coins an gien thaim tae tha ïnnkeeper an saed, ‘Tak guid care o hïm an ïf ye ir oot o poaket, A'll mak ït up tae ye whan A cum bak.’ ”