“Neither Do I Condemn Thee” NOR I—James M. Black “Neither Do I Condemn Thee” 1 By the proud worshippers, Scorned for her sin, Was the poor wanderer Rudely brought in. Scribes came and Pharisees, Eager to see, What the meek Nazarene’s, Verdict would be. 2 Told of her wanderings, Marking each flaw, Spoke they of punishment, Quoting the law. Sat He unheedingly, Head bowing low, Writing the ground upon, Sadly and slow. 3 Still cried the Pharisees, “Pray, Master, pray, What shall we do with her