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1 Now when he had end­ed all his say­ings in the au­di­ence of the peo­ple, he en­tered into Ca­per­naum. 2 And a cer­tain centurion's ser­vant, who was dear unto him, was sick, and ready to die. 3 And when he heard of Je­sus, he sent unto him the el­ders of the Jews, be­seech­ing him that he would come and heal his ser­vant. 4 And when they came to Je­sus, they be­sought him in­stant­ly, say­ing, That he was wor­thy for whom he should do this: 5 For he loveth our na­tion, and he hath built us a syn­a­gogue. 6 Then Je­sus went with them. And when he was now not far from the house, the cen­tu­ri­on sent friends to him, say­ing unto him, Lord, trou­ble not thy­self: for I am not wor­thy that thou shouldest en­ter un­der my roof: 7 Where­fore nei­ther thought I my­self wor­thy to come unto thee: but say in a word, and my ser­vant shall be healed. 8 For I also am a man set un­der au­thor­i­ty, hav­ing un­der me sol­diers, and I say unto one, Go, and he goeth; and to an­oth­er, Come, and he cometh; and to my ser­vant, Do this, and he doeth it. 9 When Je­sus heard these things, he mar­velled at him, and turned him about, and said unto the peo­ple that fol­lowed him, I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Is­rael. 10 And they that were sent, re­turn­ing to the house, found the ser­vant whole that had been sick. 11 And it came to pass the day af­ter, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his dis­ci­ples went with him, and much peo­ple. 12 Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, be­hold, there was a dead man car­ried out, the only son of his moth­er, and she was a wid­ow: and much peo­ple of the city was with her. 13 And when the Lord saw her, he had com­pas­sion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. 14 And he came and touched the bier: and they that bare him stood still. And he said, Young man, I say unto thee, Arise. 15 And he that was dead sat up, and be­gan to speak. And he de­liv­ered him to his moth­er. 16 And there came a fear on all: and they glo­ri­fied God, say­ing, That a great prophet is risen up among us; and, That God hath vis­it­ed his peo­ple. 17 And this ru­mour of him went forth through­out all Ju­daea, and through­out all the re­gion round about. 18 And the dis­ci­ples of John shewed him of all these things. 19 And John call­ing un­to him two of his dis­ci­ples sent them to Je­sus, say­ing, Art thou he that should come? or look we for an­oth­er? 20 When the men were come unto him, they said, John Bap­tist hath sent us unto thee, say­ing, Art thou he that should come? or look we for an­oth­er? 21 And in that same hour he cured many of their in­fir­mi­ties and plagues, and of evil spir­its; and unto many that were blind he gave sight. 22 Then Je­sus an­swer­ing said unto them, Go your way, and tell John what things ye have seen and heard; how that the blind see, the lame walk, the lep­ers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, to the poor the gospel is preached. 23 And blessed is he, whoso­ev­er shall not be of­fend­ed in me. 24 And when the mes­sen­gers of John were de­part­ed, he be­gan to speak unto the peo­ple con­cern­ing John, What went ye out into the wilder­ness for to see? A reed shak­en with the wind? 25 But what went ye out for to see? A man clothed in soft rai­ment? Be­hold, they which are gor­geous­ly ap­par­elled, and live del­i­cate­ly, are in kings' courts. 26 But what went ye out for to see? A prophet? Yea, I say unto you, and much more than a prophet. 27 This is he, of whom it is writ­ten, Be­hold, I send my mes­sen­ger be­fore thy face, which shall pre­pare thy way be­fore thee. 28 For I say unto you, Among those that are born of wom­en there is not a greater prophet than John the Bap­tist: but he that is least in the king­dom of God is greater than he. 29 And all the peo­ple that heard him, and the pub­li­cans, jus­ti­fied God, be­ing bap­tized with the bap­tism of John. 30 But the Phar­isees and lawyers re­ject­ed the coun­sel of God against them­selves, be­ing not bap­tized of him. 31 And the Lord said, Where­un­to then shall I liken the men of this gen­er­a­tion? and to what are they like? 32 They are like unto chil­dren sit­ting in the mar­ket­place, and call­ing one to an­oth­er, and say­ing, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept. 33 For John the Bap­tist came nei­ther eat­ing bread nor drink­ing wine; and ye say, He hath a dev­il. 34 The Son of man is come eat­ing and drink­ing; and ye say, Be­hold a glut­tonous man, and a winebib­ber, a friend of pub­li­cans and sin­ners! 35 But wis­dom is jus­ti­fied of all her chil­dren. 36 And one of the Phar­isees de­sired him that he would eat with him. And he went into the Pharisee's house, and sat down to meat. 37 And, be­hold, a wom­an in the city, which was a sin­ner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an al­abaster box of oint­ment, 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. 39 Now when the Phar­isee which had bid­den him saw it, he spake with­in him­self, say­ing, This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what man­ner of wom­an this is that toucheth him: for she is a sin­ner. 40 And Je­sus an­swer­ing said unto him, Si­mon, I have some­what to say unto thee. And he saith, Mas­ter, say on. 41 There was a cer­tain cred­i­tor which had two debtors: the one owed five hun­dred pence, and the oth­er fifty. 42 And when they had noth­ing to pay, he frankly for­gave them both. Tell me there­fore, which of them will love him most? 43 Si­mon an­swered and said, I sup­pose that he, to whom he for­gave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast right­ly judged. 44 And he turned to the wom­an, and said unto Si­mon, Seest thou this wom­an? I en­tered into thine house, thou gavest me no wa­ter for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. 45 Thou gavest me no kiss: but this wom­an since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. 46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this wom­an hath anoint­ed my feet with oint­ment. 47 Where­fore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are for­giv­en; for she loved much: but to whom lit­tle is for­giv­en, the same loveth lit­tle. 48 And he said unto her, Thy sins are for­giv­en. 49 And they that sat at meat with him be­gan to say with­in them­selves, Who is this that for­giveth sins al­so? 50 And he said to the wom­an, Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.