when a woman of that city, one that had led a loose life, knowing that Jesus was at table in the Pharisee's house, came in with a vial of odoriferous liquor,

upon which, they knowing she was really dead, treated him with derision.

who were just departing from him, when Peter said to Jesus, master, it is best for us to stay here: let us build three apartments, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elias: not knowing well what he said.

for I was in fear of you, knowing you to be a hard master, who exact what you never gave, and reap where you have never sown.