Therefore, when y’all give to the poor, don’t sound a trumpet before yourself, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets to be honored by humans. Truly I tell y’all, they have received their reward.
The Pharisee stood and prayed about himself like this: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other humans: extortionists, law breakers, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.
“Y’all are to go back and forth through the streets of Jerusalem, and investigate, consider, and search all its wide places. If y’all can find one person, if there is anyone who does justice and seeks truth, then I will pardon her.
I have become a fool—y’all forced me! For I should have been commended by y’all, since I am the least inferior to the “super-apostles,” even though I am nothing.
The godly man has perished out of the earth, and there is no one upright among men. They all lie in wait for blood; every man hunts his brother with a net.
Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard. There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.