Then tha Heich Preesht tore hïs claes an saed, “He haes spauk blesphemie! Whut dae we need onie mair wutnesses fer? Luk noo, ye hae aa heerd hïs blesphemie fer yersels.
A tell ye thïs, men can be forgien blesphemies an aa ither kines o wrangdaeins. Thair'll be nae forgiein fer hïm that spakes blesphemies agin tha Halie Spïrit, but! Fer that sïn, an tha guilt o ït, bides fer iver an aye.”
Tha maistèrs o tha Laa an tha Pharisees stairtit taakin amang thairsels. “Wha daes he thïnk he ïs, taakin sitch blesphemie? Wha can forgie sïns but God alane?”