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Luke 7:38 - Tree of Life Version

38 As she stood behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to drench His feet with tears and kept wiping them with her head of hair. Then she was kissing His feet and anointing them with perfume.

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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  

Please let a little water be brought so you can wash your feet, and make yourselves comfortable under the tree.


While Ezra was praying and confessing, weeping and prostrating himself before the House of God, a very large assembly of Israelites—men, women and children—gathered around him. The people also wept very bitterly.


For I am about to fall, and my pain is before me constantly.


O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare Your praise.


Let your clothes always be white, and do not spare oil on your head.


Your ointments have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is poured out like perfume. No wonder maidens love you!


You journeyed to the king with oil and multiplied your perfumes. You sent your ambassadors far away, and made them go down to Sheol.


to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of Adonai, that He may be glorified.


Hear the word of Adonai, O nations, and declare it in the distant islands, and say: ‘He who scattered Israel will gather and watch over him, as a shepherd does his flock.’


“Yet even now” —it is a declaration of Adonai— “turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping and lamenting.”


“Then I will pour out on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and supplication, when they will look toward Me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only son and grieve bitterly for him, as one grieves for a firstborn.


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


And Peter went out and wept bitterly.


Blessed are you who hunger now, for you shall be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.


And behold, a woman in the town who was a sinner, when she discovered that Yeshua was reclining at the Pharisee’s home, brought an alabaster jar of perfume.


Now when the Pharisee who invited Him saw this, he said to himself, “If this were a prophet, He would know what sort of woman is touching Him—that she’s a sinner.”


This was the same Miriam who anointed the Master with perfume and wiped His feet with her hair. It was her brother Lazarus who was sick.


Lament and mourn and weep! Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.


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