22 But Jesus saed bak tae hïm, “Follae me, an let tha deid burie thair ain deid.”
Anither o hïs follaers saed tae hïm, “Loard, let me gang an burie ma faither furst.”
Whan Jesus wus trevelin on frae thair, he saa a tex man bi tha name o Mattha sïttin ïn hïs hut. “Follae me,” he toul hïm, an Mattha ris up an follaed hïm.
Whan he wus waakin alang, he saa Alphaeus's sinn, Levi, sïttin ïn tha tex man's hut. “Follae me”, Jesus telt hïm, an Levi ris up an follaed hïm.
Fer thïs sinn o mine wus deid, an noo he's bak tae life agane; he wus loast, but noo he's fun.’ Sae tha pairtie begun.
It's onlie but richt we shud be joyfu an gled, fer thïs brither o yers wus deid, an noo he's bak tae life. He wus loast, but noo he's fun.’ ”
An he saed tae anither yin, “Follae me”. But he saed, “Loard, let me gang an burie ma faither furst.”
But Jesus saed bak tae hïm, “Let tha deid burie thair ain deid, but awa you gang an praich tha Kïngdom o God.”
Tha nixt day Jesus made up hïs mine tae heid fer Galilee. He fun Phïlip an saed tae hïm, “Follae me.”
Jesus saed that fer tae point oot tha wye Petèr wud dee, an hoo he wud brïng glorie tae God. An then he saed til hïm, “Follae me!”
Jesus answert, “If A want hïm tae leeve richt up tae tha day A cum bak, whut's ït tae dae wi you? Jist you follae me.”