Sae A'm tellin ye, tak nae thocht fer yer life, whut ye'll ait or whut ye'll drïnk; ner yit aboot yer bodie, whut claes ye'll pit on ye. Is life no mair impoartin ner mait, an tha bodie mair impoartin ner claes?
Sae, whutiver's taakt aboot ïn tha dairk wull be heerd ïn tha braid daylicht, an whut ye hae whuspert aboot behin shut dures wull be blared oot frae tha ruiftaps.
An whan the' cudnae fin a róad ïn acause o aa tha thrang, the' went up on tae tha tap o tha hoose, an lut hïm doon on hïs bed throu tha ruif, ïn amang tha fowk, richt fornent Jesus.