There came unto him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head, as he sat [at meat].
This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.
Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor?
Then saith one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's [son], which should betray him,
Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.
For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did [it] for my burial.
For ye have the poor always with you; but me ye have not always.
When Jesus understood [it], he said unto them, Why trouble ye the woman? for she hath wrought a good work upon me.
For this ointment might have been sold for much, and given to the poor.
But when his disciples saw [it], they had indignation, saying, To what purpose [is] this waste?
Then said Jesus, Let her alone: against the day of my burying hath she kept this.