⁹ Ja, dragen ditupp, I hästar; stormen fram, I vagnar. Må hjältarna tåga fram, etiopier och putéer, rustade med sköldar, och ludéer, rustade med bågar, bågar som de spänna.

³⁷ Behold, a woman in the city who was a sinner, when she knew that he was reclining in the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster jar of ointment.

³⁸ Standing behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.