Wae faa ye, maistèrs o tha Laa an Pharisees, ye hippycrates! Fer ye shut tha dure o tha Kïngdom o Heiven ïn fowks' faces. You yersels dïnnae enter, an yis'll no alloo thaim tae enter that's tryin tae git ïn!
Whan ye fast, dïnnae luk doon In tha mooth as tha hippycrates dae, fer the' mak thair faces luk mïserable jist tae let fowk see the'r fastin. A tell ye tha truith, thïs ïs aa tha reward the'r gaun tae get.
Mainwhile thoosans o fowk gethert up sae thrang that the' wur thrampin yin anither. Jesus spauk furst o aa tae hïs follaers an toul thaim, “Be on yer gaird agin tha yeast o tha Pharisees, fer the' let on tae be guid an the'r faur frae ït!
An Jesus saed tae thaim, “Tak heed that yis ir no aye wantin thïngs that ither fowk hae, fer a man's life ïs no jist a mettèr o whut he gethers aboot hïm.”
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.