Quran or Bible?


The following quotations are from the Quran or the Bible.  Can you tell which is which?  (In all cases, the names Allah and God have been changed to Lord.  Answers tomorrow.)

Show us the straight way. 

The voice of one crying out in the wilderness; ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.’ 

His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and will gather his wheat into the granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire. 

Worship none but the Lord; treat with kindness your parents and kindred, and orphans and those in need; speak fair to the people; be steadfast in prayer; and practice regular charity. 

They say:  “The Lord has begotten a son”:  glory be to Him.  Nay, to Him belongs all that is in the heavens and on earth:  everything renders worship to Him. 

The Truth is from your Lord; so be not at all in doubt.

See, I am sending you out like sheep into the midst of wolves; so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves. 

On the day of judgment you will have to give an account for every careless word you utter:  for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.

And your Lord is One Lord ; there is no god but He, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. 

O you people!  Eat of what is on earth, lawful and good; and do not follow the footsteps of the Evil One, for he is to you an avowed enemy.

. . . To spend of your substance, out of love for Him, for your kin, for orphans, for the needy, for the wayfarer, for those who ask, and for the ransom of slaves; to be steadfast in prayer, and practice regular charity . . . 

For the Lord hears and knows all things.

“When will come the help of the Lord?”  Ah!  Verily, the help of the Lord is always near! 

Whatever good you give shall be rendered back to you, and you shall not be dealt with unjustly.

For you tithe mint, dill, and cumin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the law:  justice, and mercy and faith. 

“Trade is like usury,” but the Lord has permitted trade and forbidden usury. 

Because you have not remembered the days of your youth, but have enraged me with all these things; therefore, I have returned your deeds upon your head, says the Lord.

Deal not unjustly and you shall not be dealt with unjustly.

I will establish my covenant with you, and you shall know that I am the Lord, in order that you may remember and be confounded, and never open your mouth again because of your shame, when I forgive you all that you have done, says the Lord. 

On no soul the Lord places a burden greater than it can bear. 

For the Lord will not reject forever.  Although he causes grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love; for he does not willingly afflict or grieve anyone. 

Why do you dispute about Abraham, when the Law and the Gospel were not revealed till after him? 

Both prophet and priest are ungodly; even in my house I have found their wickedness, says the Lord. 

Our Lord! Forgive us our sins, blot out from us our iniquities, and take to Yourself our souls in the company of the righteous.

About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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