Fortunate are those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes. Truly I say to you (hymin | ὑμῖν | dat pl 2nd), he will dress himself for service, have them recline at table, and will come and serve them.
Sell your (hymōn | ὑμῶν | gen pl 2nd) possessions and give alms. Make for yourselves moneybags that do not wear out, a treasure unfailing in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.
Do not be afraid, little flock, because your (hymōn | ὑμῶν | gen pl 2nd) Father has determined in his pleasure to give you (hymin | ὑμῖν | dat pl 2nd) the kingdom.
For all the nations of the world have these things as their overriding concern, and your (hymōn | ὑμῶν | gen pl 2nd) Father knows full well that you need them.
If God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you (hymas | ὑμᾶς | acc pl 2nd), you people of little faith!