Priljubljene svetopisemske vrstice iz Mattha 15

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But tha thïngs that cum oot o tha mooth cum frae tha hairt, an that's whut sullies a bodie. Fer oot o tha hairt cums wïckit thochts: murdèr an adultèrie, lustin an thievin, blesphemin an slandèrin fowk.

Whut gaes ïntae a man's mooth daesnae sullie hïm, but whut cums oot o hïs mooth, ït's that sullies hïm.”

‘Thïs nation honours me wi thair mooth,’ says God, ‘but thair hairt ïs faur awa frae me. Thair woarship's nae use ava; thair taichins ir naethin but man-made rules an regulations.’ ”

Then Jesus saed bak tae hir, “Wumman, sitch an a faith ye hae! Ye'll get whut ye axt fer.” An hir dochtèr got bettèr that verie oor.

Tha wumman cum an got doon on hir knees afore hïm an she saed. “Loard, halp me!” “It ïsnae richt,” saed he, “tae tak tha weans' breid an clod ït tae tha wee dugs.” “Ay, Loard, that's richt” she saed, “but still wi aa, e'en tha wee dugs gits aitin tha crumbs that faa frae thair maistèrs' boord!”