(31)And the Lord said, To what then shall I compare the men of this generation? and to what are they like? (32)They are like to children sitting in the markets, and calling to each other, and saying, We have played the flute to you, and ye have not danced; we have raised the cry of mourning, 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, A gluttonous man, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners! (35)though wisdom hath been justified by her children. (36)Then one of the Pharisees invited him to eat with him. And he went into the Pharisee's house, and sat down to table. (37)And, behold, a certain woman in the city, who was a notorious offender, when she knew that Jesus was sitting at table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster vessel of odoriferous balm, (38)and standing at his feet behind him, began to water his feet with her tears, and to wipe them with the hair of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the perfumed balm. (39)And when the Pharisee who had invited him saw it, he said within himself, If this man were a prophet, he would know who and what kind of a woman this is that toucheth him; for she is a notorious sinner. (40)And Jesus addressing himself to him said, Simon, I have somewhat to say to thee. And he said, Master, speak freely. (41)A certain creditor had two debtors, the one owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. (42)But having nothing to pay, he forgave them both. Tell me, which of these, then, will love him most? (43)And Simon answering said, I suppose, he to whom he forgave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast judged rightly. (44)So turning to the woman, he said to Simon, Thou seest this woman? I came into thine house, even water for my feet thou gavest not; but she hath washed my feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. (45)One kiss hast thou not given me, but she from the time she hath come in, hath not ceased tenderly to kiss my feet. (46)My head with oil thou hast not anointed; but she hath anointed my feet with odoriferous balm. (47)For which cause, I tell thee, her many sins are forgiven, for she hath loved much: but to whom a little is forgiven, he loveth little. (48)And he said to her, Thy sins are forgiven. (49)And they who sat at table with him began to say in themselves, Who is this, who even forgives sins? (50)But he said unto the woman, Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace. CHAP. VIII.