"Therfor is the kingdoom o’ heaeven likenet untill ane certain king, whilk wad tak’ account o’ his servents. An’ whan he had begoude til recken, ane was broucht untill him whilk awet him ten thousan’ talents. But forasmeikle as he hadna til paye, his lord commandet him til be sauld, an’ his wiffe an’ chider, an’ a’ that he had, an’ payement til be made. The servent therfor fell doun an’ wurshippet him, sayin’, 'Lord, hae patience wi’ me, an’ I wull paye thee a’.' Than the lord o’ that servent was amovet wi’ tendir wae, an’ lowset him, an’ foтgаe him the det. But the same servent gaed out, fand ane o’ his fella-servents whilk awet him ane hundret pence; an’ he laid hans on him, an’ tuik him bie the hass, sayin’, 'Paye me that thou awest.' An’ his fella-servent fell doun at his feet, an’ besoucht him, sayin’, 'Hae patience wi’ me, an’ I wull paye thee a’. An’ he wadna; but gaed an’ castet him intill prisen till he shud paye the det. Sae whan his fella-servents saw what was dune, they wer verra sorrie, an’ cam’ an’ tauld untill their lord a’ that was dune. Than his lord, efter that he had ca’t him, said untill him, 'O ye wicket servent, I forgae thee a’ that det, becaus thou desiredst me. Shudestna thou alsua hae had tendir feelin’ for thy fella-servent, een as I had pitie on thee?' An’ his lord was verra angrie, an’ de liveret him til the tormenters til he shud paye a’ that was due untill him. Sae likewaise sall my heaevenlie Faether do alsua untill yow, gif ye frae your hairts forgiena ilka ane his brither their offendins."
The Gospel of St. Matthew in Lowland Scotch, from the English Authorised Version. By H. S. Riddell (1856) here