An thaim yins wull say as weel, ‘Loard, whan dïd we see ye hung'rie or wi a druith, or an ootsider, or needin claes, or seeck or ïn jail, an we dïd naethin tae halp ye?’
An he sut doon an caad thaim ower, an saed tae thaim, “Whaiver wants tae be furst maun tak tha hinmaist place, an be tha sarvint o iverie ither bodie.”
A tell ye, thïs tex man, an no tha Pharisee, went doon tae hïs hoose ïn guid stannin wi God. Fer tha yin that thïnks a lock o hissel wull be brocht doon, but tha yin that's hummle wull be lïftit up.”
“Ma kïngdom,” qo Jesus, “ïsnae o thïs warl. If ït wus, ma gairds wud fecht tae stap me bein lïftit an brocht ïn afore tha Jewish heidyins. But na, ma kïngdom ïsnae frae here.”