And, who from among you, though anxious, can, unto his stature, add a cubit?

And, a widow, there was, in that city; and she kept coming unto him, saying - Vindicate me from mine adversary!

But, the tax-collector, afar off, standing, - would not so much as lift up, his eyes, unto heaven, but kept smiting his own breast saying - O God! be propitiated unto me, the sinner!

And, he, said - All these things, have I kept from my youth.

And, the other, came, saying - Lord, lo! thy mina, which I kept lying by in a napkin;

And, the men who held him bound, kept mocking him, with blows;