A Few Random Texts:

These are a few randomly picked texts, translated into Baanzish.

So:

In dha tuaadh God skaapd dha Heven and dha Eyth. And dha Eyth aad nid sheip, and nan; and daaknes aad on dha dieps sikt. And Gods ruwak shifted on dha wetens sikt. And God spiekd, Aa-it liet: and liet aad. And God sied dha liet, dhe it aad gud; and God paated dha liet from dha daaknes.
Genesis 1

Blesd aa-hoo dha LOOD mies strongth whic gewit mies handen tu woo, and mies finggan tu fait: Mies gudnes, and mies stronghold; mies up taur, and mies bringer-from; mies strivbood, and hoo in whue mie tryst; whue shyv mies fouk under mie. LOOD, what aa man, dhe thie teik kening um hoo! Oo dha son mans, dhe thie meik teling ov hoo! Man aa lik wiktnannes: hoos dein aa lik ei sheidsheip what gan awei. Bou-thie thies hevenen, O LOOD, and kum-thie anedh: tyc-thie dha hilagen, and dhin shal smouk. Kast-thie footh lietening, and strue-thie dhin: shuet-thie thies aroun aut, and unskaap-thie dhin. Send-thie thies hand from ouver; tunen-thie mie, and bring-thie me from aut greit weten, from od beenens hand; whues mauth spiek wiktnannes, and dhuens stijnd hand aa ei stijnd hand falsneses.
Psalm 144

Dhai whueinal hier hat spiekden mies and due dhin, mie wil liken hoo tu ei wiz man whue bilded hoos haus on ei stan: And dha rein kumd anedh, and dha flyden kumd, and dha winden bloud, and slogd on dhat haus, and it nij fald: hai it aad bilded on ei stan. And aliec man whue hier hat spiekden mies and nij due dhin, shal aa likend tu ei fuelij man whue bilded hoos haus on dha sand: And dha rein kumd anedh and dha flyden kumd, and dha winden bloud and slogd on dhat haus; and it fald: and greit aad its fal.
Matthew 7

Hais oot ha daid aft hat; dhee wili ha aad ei taim fey dhau ei weyd. Ajaftdei and ajaftdei and ajaftdei kriep oon hat lit step from dei tu dei tu dha endth weydslog inbukd taims, and al wies foodein ha lieted fuelen dha wei tu dustij deth. Aut, aut, shot lietwaks! Laif aa baa ei wooking sheidsheip, ei il plejer whue stryt and fret hoos tiem on dha stepbood and dhen aa sied nei moo: it aa ei teil teild bai ei wiekmaind, ful ov noiz and waildroth, maaking niet.
Macbeth

Meyses lau aa nij-strekd. It fal lik dha softxhand rein from Heven. It aa twaaten blesd: it bles hoo whue gie and hoo whue teik. It aa maitfulost in dha maitfulost: it befit dha riksited foost gudor dhan hoos kron. Hoos rikstaaf shou intaimij wields foos, in whic fier and dred fey kingen lai, byt meys aa ouver hat rikstaafd swei: it aa inriksited in kingens haaten, it aa ei medlau Gods hoosselfs. Dhau Eythish setriet liken tu Gods when meys siezen setriet.
The Merchant of Venice

Mie geted dhuen lei dhuens handen in mies and outh Tu sie yp tu dha King, lik if hoo aari Dhuens ruwaksspiec, and dhuens ruwaksspiec lik dhuens King, Tu breik dha hiethist and yphold dha Krist, Tu raid abrood seting manish rongen ariet, Tu spiek nei ilspiek, nei, noo hierk it, Tu aloo hoosselfs weyd lik if hoos Gods, Tu lied swiet liven in rainost rainholding, Tu lyv ein welmais einlij, hold tu hais, And weyship hais bai jiern ov eylish dueden, Tuwhen hoo windi hais
Idylls of the King: Guinevere (Tennyson)