A nd the tax-gatherer, standing afar off, would not lift up even his eyes to heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, O God, have compassion on me, the sinner.
Kurse tagrambledhësi rrinte larg dhe as që guxonte t’i çonte sytë drejt qiellit; por rrihte kraharorin e vet duke thënë: "O Perëndi, ji i mëshirshëm ndaj mua mëkatarit".
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