Wae faa ye, maistèrs o tha Laa an Pharisees, ye hippycrates! Ye ir laik white-waashed graves, that luk quare an nice on tha ootside but on tha inside the'r fu o deid men's banes an iveriethin that's no clain.
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.