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Luke 7:38 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

38 She stood behind him at his feet, weeping, and began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair, kissing his feet and anointing them with the ointment.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

38 and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

38 And standing behind Him at His feet weeping, she began to wet His feet with [her] tears; and she wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed His feet [affectionately] and anointed them with the ointment (perfume).

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American Standard Version (1901)

38 and standing behind at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

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Common English Bible

38 Standing behind him at his feet and crying, she began to wet his feet with her tears. She wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and poured the oil on them.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

38 And standing behind him, beside his feet, she began to wash his feet with tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, and she kissed his feet, and she anointed them with ointment.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

38 And standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet, with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

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Luke 7:38
25 Cross References  

Let a little water be brought, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree.


While Ezra prayed and made confession, weeping and throwing himself down before the house of God, a very great assembly of men, women, and children gathered to him out of Israel; the people also wept bitterly.


I confess my iniquity; I am sorry for my sin.


The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.


Let your garments always be white; do not let oil be lacking on your head.


your anointing oils are fragrant; your name is perfume poured out; therefore the maidens love you.


You journeyed to Molech with oil and multiplied your perfumes; you sent your envoys far away and sent them down to Sheol.


to provide for those who mourn in Zion— to give them a garland instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit. They will be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.


With weeping they shall come, and with consolations I will lead them back; I will let them walk by brooks of water, in a straight path where they shall not stumble, for I have become a father to Israel, and Ephraim is my firstborn.


Yet even now, says the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning;


And I will pour out a spirit of compassion and supplication on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem so that, when they look on the one whom they have pierced, they shall mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly over him as one weeps over a firstborn.


“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.


And he went out and wept bitterly.


“Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled. “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.


And a woman in the city who was a sinner, having learned that he was eating in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster jar of ointment.


Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw it, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him, that she is a sinner.”


Mary was the one who anointed the Lord with perfume and wiped his feet with her hair; her brother Lazarus was ill.


Lament and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned into mourning and your joy into dejection.


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