Now one of the Pharisees repeatedly invited Him to a meal at his house; so He entered the house and reclined at the table.
And there was a woman in the town who was a notorious sinner. Having learnt that Jesus was at table in the Pharisee's house she brought a flask of perfume,
and, standing behind close to His feet, weeping, began to wet His feet with her tears; and with her hair she wiped the tears away again, while she lovingly kissed His feet and poured the perfume over them.
Noticing this, the Pharisee, His host, said to himself, "This man, if he were really a Prophet, would know who and what sort of person this woman is who is touching him--and would know that she is an immoral woman."
In answer to his thoughts Jesus said to him, "Simon, I have a word to say to you." "Rabbi, say on," he replied.
"There were once two men in debt to one money-lender," said Jesus; "one owed him five hundred shillings and the other fifty.
But neither of them could pay anything; so he freely forgave them both. Tell me, then, which of them will love him most?"
"I suppose," replied Simon, "the one to whom he forgave most." "You have judged rightly," Jesus rejoined.
Then turning towards the woman He said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I came into your house: you gave me no water for my feet; but she has made my feet wet with her tears, and then wiped the tears away with her hair.
No kiss did you give me; but she from the moment I came in has not left off tenderly kissing my feet.
No oil did you pour even on my head; but she has poured perfume upon my feet.