27 Ye cannae add a sing'l oor tae yer life bi worryin aboot ït.
An dïnnae sweer bi yer heid, fer ye cannae mak even yin o yer hairs white or blek.
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?
An why dae ye worrie aboot tha claes ye pit on ye? Luk hoo tha lïlies o tha fiel growe. They nether wark ner spïn!
Sae dïnnae fash yersels bi sayin, ‘Whut wull we ait?’ or ‘Whut wull we drïnk?’ or ‘Whut wull we pit on iz?’
Sae dïnnae fash yersels aboot themorra, fer themorra wull luk eftèr ïtsel. Iverie day haes eneuch bother o ïts ain.”
An Jesus answert, “Och Mairtha, ye ir gettin yersel aa warkt up aboot a hale lock o thïngs ye see need daen,
Whan yis ir brocht afore tha Meetin Hoose offyshals an heidyins, dïnnae be ower enxious aboot yer answer or whut tae say,
An Jesus turnt tae hïs follaers an saed, “A'm tellin ye, yis ir tae tak nae thocht fer yer life or yer bodie, whut tae ait or whut tae pit on ye.