But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
an as she wus behin hïm greetin, hir tears stairtit tae faa on Jesus's feet. Tha wumman dryed hïs feet wi tha hair o hir heid, an she kïsst thaim as she poored tha scent ower thaim.