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Luke 7:38 - Y'all Version Bible

38 and stood behind him at his feet weeping. She began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with her hair, kissed his feet, and anointed 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  

Now let a little water be brought, so y’all can wash y’all’s feet, and rest under the tree.


Now while Ezra prayed and made confession, weeping and casting himself down before God’s house, there was gathered together to him out of Israel a very great assembly of men and women and children; for the people wept very bitterly.


For I will declare my iniquity. I will be sorry for my sin.


The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. O God, you will not despise a broken and contrite heart.


Let your garments be always white, and don’t let your head lack oil.


Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the young women love you.


You went to the king with oil, increased your perfumes, sent your ambassadors far off, and degraded yourself even to Sheol.


to provide for those who mourn in Zion, to give to them a garland for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of YHWH, that he may be glorified.


They will come with weeping. I will lead them with petitions. I will cause them to walk by rivers of waters, in a straight way in which they won’t stumble; for I am a father to Israel. Ephraim is my firstborn.


“Yet even now,” says YHWH, “y’all must turn to me with y’all’s whole heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning.”


I will pour on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem the spirit of grace and of supplication. They will look to me whom they have pierced, and they will mourn for him as one mourns for his only son, and will grieve bitterly for him as one grieves for his firstborn.


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


Then he went outside and wept bitterly.


Blessed are those who hunger now, for y’all will be satisfied. Blessed are those who weep now, for y’all will laugh.


Then a woman of that town who was a sinner learned that Jesus was reclining in the Pharisee’s house. So she brought an alabaster jar of perfume


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


This was the Mary who had anointed the Lord with ointment and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.


Y’all lament, mourn, and weep. Let y’all’s laughter be turned to mourning and y’all’s joy to gloom.


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