8 But whaniver tha follaers saen thïs, the' wur wile ang'rie. “Why thïs waste?” the' axt.
Whan tha ither ten follaers heerd aboot thïs, the' wur wile ang'rie wi tha twa brithers.
an a wumman cum up tae hïm wi a wee crock o scent - perfume that wus wile dear - that she poored ower hïs heid as he wus restin at tha boord.
“Thïs perfume cud hae bin soul fer a bïg price, an tha siller gien tae tha puir.”
But some o thaim that wus thair wus sair ïll-plaised, an saed yin tae tither, “Whut fer wus thïs waste o guid nard?