And why are ye anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, nor do they spin,

And others fell in the thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them.

And that which was sown in the thorns, this is he who hears the word, and the care of this age, and the deceitfulness of wealth, choke the word, and he becomes unfruitful.

Allow both to grow together until the harvest. And at the time of the harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather up first the tares, and bind them in bundles in order to burn them, but gather the wheat into my barn.