The sower went out to sow
And as he sowed
Some indeed fell by the wayside
And the birds came and devoured them
And others fell on rocky places
Where they did not have much soil
And immediately they sprang up
Because they had no depth of soil
But when the sun was up
They were scorched
And because they had no root they withered
And others fell among thorns
And the thorns came up and choked them
And others fell on good soil and yielded a crop
Some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty
He who has ears to hear
Let him hear!
The parable of the sower