<p class="otpoetry">&#8220;<i><b>Their feet are swift to shed bloodb>,i>p>

As<n id="1" /> she stood<n id="2" /> behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. She<n id="3" /> wiped them with her hair,<n id="4" /> kissed<n id="5" /> them,<n id="6" /> and anointed<n id="7" /> them with the perfumed oil.

If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you too ought to wash one another&#8217;s feet.

and &#8216;<b><i>with their hands they will lift you up, so that you will not strike your foot against a stonei>b>.&#8217;&#8221;<n id="1" />

<p class="otpoetry"><i><b>until I make your enemies a footstool for your feetb>.i>&#8221;&#8217;<n id="1" />p>

When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his feet.<n id="1" />

<p class="otpoetry"><b><i>until I make your enemies a footstooli>b><n id="1" /> <i><b>for your feetb>.i>&#8221;&#8217;<n id="2" />p>

So after they shook<n id="1" /> the dust off their feet<n id="2" /> in protest against them, they went to Iconium.<n id="3" />

by fitting your<n id="1" /> feet with the preparation that comes from the good news<n id="2" /> of peace,<n id="3" />

where he is now waiting<n id="1" /> <i>until his enemies are made a footstool for his feeti>.<n id="2" />

If your foot causes you to sin, cut it off! It is better to enter life lame than to have<n id="1" /> two feet and be thrown into hell.

Then Mary took three quarters of a pound<n id="1" /> of expensive aromatic oil from pure nard<n id="2" /> and anointed the feet of Jesus. She<n id="3" /> then wiped his feet dry with her hair. (Now the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfumed oil.)<n id="4" />

Then<n id="1" /> one of the synagogue rulers,<n id="2" /> named Jairus,<n id="3" /> came up, and when he saw Jesus,<n id="4" /> he fell at his feet.

<p class="poetry">to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">to guide our feet into the way<n id="2" /> of peace.&#8221;p>

You gave me no kiss of greeting,<n id="1" /> but from the time I entered she has not stopped kissing my feet.

You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet<n id="1" /> with perfumed oil.

He<n id="1" /> fell with his face to the ground<n id="2" /> at Jesus&#8217; feet and thanked him.<n id="3" /> (Now<n id="4" /> he was a Samaritan.)<n id="5" />

<p class="bodytext">Then he came to Simon Peter. Peter<n id="1" /> said to him, &#8220;Lord, are you going to wash<n id="2" /> my feet?&#8221;

Simon Peter said to him, &#8220;Lord, wash<n id="1" /> not only my feet, but also my hands and my head!&#8221;

and placing them at the apostles&#8217; feet. The proceeds<n id="1" /> were distributed to each, as anyone had need.