A nd the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a 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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