But the tax collector stood at a distance and would not even lift his eyes to heaven. He beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’
In context
11The Pharisee stood and prayed to himself like this: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like the rest of humanity — greedy, unjust, adulterous — or even like this tax collector. 12I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of everything I acquire.’ 13But the tax collector stood at a distance and would not even lift his eyes to heaven. He beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’ 14I tell you, this man went home justified, and the other did not; for everyone who lifts himself up will be brought low, and whoever brings himself low will be lifted up.” 15People were bringing him even their babies for him to touch, and when the disciples saw it they rebuked them.
