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Luke 7:38 - Revised Standard Version

38 and standing behind him 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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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, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree,


While Ezra prayed and made confession, weeping and casting himself down before the house of God, a very great assembly of men, women, and children, gathered to him out of Israel; for the people 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, thou wilt not despise.


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


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


You journeyed to Molech with oil and multiplied your perfumes; you sent your envoys far off, and sent down even to Sheol.


to grant to 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; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.


With weeping they shall come, and with consolations I will lead them back, I will make them walk by brooks of water, in a straight path in which they shall not stumble; for I am a father to Israel, and Ephraim is my first-born.


“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 on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of compassion and supplication, so that, when they look on him 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 first-born.


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


And he went out and wept bitterly.


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


And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was at table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask 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 sort of woman this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.”


It was Mary who anointed the Lord with ointment and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was ill.


Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to dejection.


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