21 It's no iverie yin that says tae me, ‘Loard, Loard,’ that'll git ïntae tha Kïngdom o Heiven, but ït's onlie hïm that daes tha wull o ma Faither wha ïs ïn heiven.
Tak tent that ye dïnnae luk doon on yin o these weans. Fer A tell ye that tha angels that luk eftèr thaim ir alang wi ma Faither ïn heiven, an the'ir readie onie mïnit tae spake up fer thaim.
But while the' wur on thair wye fer tae buy tha oiyle, here dïdnae tha bridegruim turn up! Tha lasses that haed made readie gaed wi hïm ïntae tha waddin pairtie. An tha dure wus shut.
Hïs maistèr saed, ‘Ye hae daen weel, ye guid an faithfu sarvint! Ye hae showed A can trust ye wi wee thïngs, sae A'll pit ye ïn chairge o a hale lock mair. Cum alang wi me, an share yer maistèr's happiness!’
He gan forrit a weethin, then he bood doon wi hïs face tae tha grun an he prayed, “Ma Faither, ïf ït ïs poassible, may thïs cup o sufferin be tuk awa frae me. Yit ït's your wull A'm wantin, an no ma ain.”
He went awa a saicont time an he prayed, “O ma Faither, ïf thair's naethin else fer ït, an ïf A hae tae drïnk thïs cup o sufferin, may your wull be daen.”
Fer yinst tha Heid o tha Hoose haes got up an lockt tha dure, ye'll be stannin ootbye rappin an caain oot, ‘Sïr, wull ye no apen tha dure tae iz?’ An he'll cum bak wi, ‘A'm tellin ye, A know naethin aboot ye, or whar yis cum frae!’
Fer ït's ma Faither's wull that oniebodie that luks tae tha Sinn an pits hïs trust ïn hïm wull hae ayelastin life, an A wull rise hïm up on tha Last Day.”