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sayin, “Faither, ïf ye ir wullin, wud ye tak thïs cup o sufferin awa frae me? Aa tha same, no ma wull, but yours be daen.”

But A hae prayed fer ye, Simon, that yer faith wull houl oot. An whan ye hae turnt bak tae me, ye ir tae haud up yer brithers.”

An he tuk tha breid as weel, an whaniver he haed gien thenks tae God, he brauk ït, an hannit ït tae thaim, an saed, “Thïs ïs ma bodie [gien fer you. Dae thïs ïn mine o me.”

In tha same wye, eftèr supper he tuk tha bicker o wine an saed, “Thïs bicker ïs a sign o God's new coveynant sealed wi ma bluid, poored oot fer you.]

An bein ïn a wile agonie, Jesus prayed mair an mair frae tha hairt, tae tha sweit wus faain aff hïm tae tha grun, laik bïg draps o bluid.]

But wi yous, ït's no tae be laik that. Amang yous, tha maist heich shud be laik tha maist hummle, an a heidyin shud be laik a sarvint.

“A'm tellin ye, Petèr,” saed Jesus, “tha roostèr wull no craa themorra moarnin, afore ye hae saed thrie times ower that ye dïnnae ken me.”