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Luke 7:38 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

38 and stood behind him at his feet, weeping, and began to wash his feet with her tears. She wiped his feet with her hair, kissing them and anointing them with the 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 Tagairtí Cros  

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


While Ezra prayed and confessed, weeping and falling face down  before the house of God, an extremely large assembly of Israelite men, women, and children gathered around him. The people also wept bitterly.


Let your clothes be white all the time, and never let oil be lacking on your head.


The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women  adore you.


You went to the king with oil and multiplied your perfumes; you sent your envoys far away and sent them down even to Sheol.


to provide for those who mourn in Zion; to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, festive oil instead of mourning, and splendid clothes instead of despair. And they will be called righteous trees, planted by the  Lord to glorify him.


They will come weeping, but I will bring them back with consolation.  , I will lead them to wadis filled with water, by a smooth way where they will not stumble, for I am Israel’s Father, and Ephraim is my firstborn.


Even now – this is the  Lord’s declaration – turn to me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping, and mourning.


‘Then I will pour out a spirit  , of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at  me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.


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


And he went outside and wept bitterly.


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


And a woman in the town who was a sinner found out that Jesus was reclining at the table in the Pharisee’s house.  She brought an alabaster jar of perfume


When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would know who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him #– #she’s a sinner! ’


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


Be miserable and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom.


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