And having come, he wrapped up his wounds, pouring on olive oil and wine. And having set him on his own beast, he brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

Thou did not anoint my head with olive oil, but this woman has anointed my feet with ointment.

And he said, A hundred measures of olive oil. And he said to him, Receive thy document, and having sat down, quickly write fifty.

For a good tree is not producing corrupt fruit, nor a corrupt tree producing good fruit.

And even now the ax is laid at the root of the trees. Every tree therefore not making good fruit is cut down, and cast into fire.

And he spoke a parable to them. Behold the fig tree, and all the trees.