27 Tha men wur dumfoonèrt an axt, “Whut kine o a man ïs thïs? Tha verie wun an tha waves daes hïs bïddin!”
Then thaim that wur ïn tha bóat wurshipt hïm, sayin, “You are tha Sinn o God, an that's tha truith o ït!”
Tha fowk wur stoondit whaniver the' wutnesst tha dum spakin, tha crippelt makkit weel, lameters waakin an tha blin bein able tae see. An the' gien glorie tae tha God o Israel.
Whan Jesus heerd thïs, he wus stoondit an saed tae thaim that follaed hïm, “A tell ye tha truith, A niver fun oniebodie wi sitch faith ïn aa Israel!
“Hoo cum yis ir sae feart?” saed he. “Hae yis nae faith ava?” Then he stud up an chackt tha wun an tha waves, an ït wus aa peace an quaitness.
An whan he got tae tha ither side o tha loch, tae tha lan whar tha Gadarenes leeved, thair wus these twa men cum oot frae tha graveyaird fer tae meet hïm. The' wur bothert wi ïll spïrits, an that reuch, naebodie cud get bye thaim.
The' wur aa thunnèrstruck, an the' axt yin anither, “Whut's thïs noo? Is thïs a new taichin? Fer e'en tha ïll spïrits dae as he tells thaim!”
Then he climmed up ïntae tha bóat alangside o thaim, an tha wun deed doon. The' wur aa dumfoonèrt, an thocht ït wus ower ocht,
Fowk wur flebbergestit. “He haes daen aa thïngs weel,” the' saed. “He even maks tha deef tae hear an tha dum tae spake.”