Oniebodie that spakes a wurd agin tha Sinn o Man wull be forgien, but oniebodie that spakes agin tha Halie Spïrit wull no be forgien, nether ïn thïs age ner ïn tha age tae cum.
Fer jist as Jonah wus thrie days an thrie nichts ïn tha belly o a bïg fïsh, ïn tha same wye tha Sinn o Man wull be thrie days an thrie nichts ïn tha hairt o tha irth.
Jesus saed tae thaim, “A tell ye tha truith, whaniver tha new warl cums aboot, an tha Sinn o Man sïts on hïs throne o glorie, yous that hae follaed me wull sït doon on twal thrones as weel, judgin tha twal clans o Israel.
Fer ïf oniebodie ïs no wullin tae stan up fer me an ma wurds ïn thïs wïckit an godless day an age, then tha Sinn o Man wull no stan up fer hïm whan he cums ïn hïs Faither's glorie wi tha halie angels.”
An she haed hir furst babbie, a sinn. She rowlt hïm up ïn bïts o claith an püt hïm ïn a manger wi tha fother, acause thair wus nae ruim fer thaim ïn tha ludgin hoose.
An then he addit, “A'm tellin yis tha truith, thair's a day cumin whaniver ye'll see heiven apen up, an tha angels o God gaun up an cumin doon on tha Sinn o Man.”
Tha crood saed, “Oor Laa tells iz that tha Christ wull bide fer iver, sae hoo cum ye can say, ‘Tha Sinn o Man maun be lïftit up?’ Thïs ‘Sinn o Man’, wha wud he be oniehoo?”
Dïnnae wark fer mait that gaes aff. Na, wark fer mait that keeps tae ayelastin life that tha Sinn o Man wull gie tae ye. Fer God tha Faither haes püt tha keel-mairk o hïs bakkin on tha Sinn.”