Blin fowk can see noo, lameters can waak, fowk wi leprosie ir made weel. Deef fowk can hear. Tha deid leeve agane. An tha Guid News ïs praicht tae tha puir.
An thïs Canaanite wumman frae thaim pairts cum tae hïm, cryin oot, “Loard, Sinn o Davit, hae peetie on me! Ma dochtèr ïs sufferin sumthin tarrible wi an ïll spïrit.”
Tha croods that gan aheid o hïm an thaim that follaed behin cryed oot, “Hosanna tae tha Sinn o Davit!” “Blisst be tha Yin that cums ïn tha name o tha Loard!” “Hosanna ïn tha heichest heiven!”
Whaniver he went ïntae hïs hoose, tha blin men cum ïn tae, an he axt thaim, “Dae yis believe A hae tha pooer fer tae dae whut ye'r wantin?” “Ay, Loard,” the' saed, “we dae.”
An monies tha time ït haes throwed hïm ïntae tha fire an ïntae tha wattèr as weel, tae dae awa wi hïm; sae ïf You can dae oniethin ava, tak peetie on iz an halp iz.”
At that oor, Jesus made a lock o seeck fowk weel agane frae thair ailments. He rïd thaim o ïll spïrits, an he made fowk that wur blin able tae see agane.