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God ïs spïrit, an thaim that woarship hïm, maun woarship ïn spïrit an truith.”

Yit tha oor's cumin, an ït's here noo, whan tha true woarshippers wull woarship tha Faither ïn spïrit an truith, fer thaim's tha soart tha Faither's lukkin fer tae woarship hïm.

But oniebodie that taks a drïnk o tha wattèr that A gie hïm wull niver hae a druith agane. Deed, ay, tha wattèr A gie hïm wull be a wattèr spoot, wallin up tae ayelastin life.”

Jesus gien hir tha answer, “If ye haed onlie but knowed whut God haes tae gie, an wha's axin ye fer tha drïnk, ye wud hae axt hïm, an he wud hae gien ye tha leevin wattèr.”

“Ma mait,” saed Jesus, “ïs daein tha wull o hïm that sent me, an tae get hïs wark aa daen.

“Sïr,” qo she, “Ye hae naethin tae lave tha wattèr oot wi, an tha wal ïs brave an deep. Whar dae ye get thïs leevin wattèr frae?

Tha wumman saed, “A ken that tha Messiah - hïm the' caa Christ - ïs cumin. Whaniver he cums he'll mak aa thïngs clear tae iz.” Saed Jesus til hir, “A'm hïm. Tha verie yin that's taakin tae ye!”

“Cum an see thïs man that toul me aa A iver daen. Cud thïs no be tha Christ?”