Verses for how much

So he called every one of his lord's debtors unto him, and said unto the first, How much owest thou unto my lord?

Then said he to another, And how much owest thou? And he said, An hundred measures of wheat. And he said unto him, Take thy bill, and write fourscore.

And it came to pass, that when he was returned, having received the kingdom, then he commanded these servants to be called unto him, to whom he had given the money, that he might know how much every man had gained by trading.

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of his household?

How much then is a man better than a sheep? Wherefore it is lawful to do well on the sabbath days.

Not now as a servant, but above a servant, a brother beloved, specially to me, but how much more unto thee, both in the flesh, and in the Lord?

Hell and destruction are before the LORD: how much more then the hearts of the children of men?

How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather to be chosen than silver!

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursueth them with words, yet they are wanting to him.

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination: how much more, when he bringeth it with a wicked mind?

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

Now if the fall of them be the riches of the world, and the diminishing of them the riches of the Gentiles; how much more their fulness?

For if thou wert cut out of the olive tree which is wild by nature, and wert graffed contrary to nature into a good olive tree: how much more shall these, which be the natural branches, be graffed into their own olive tree?

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!