TSK · Luke 13:11

Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.

Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.

God rayseth them vp that are falling: God loueth the ryghteous.

And he asketh his father, howe longe it is a go sence this came vnto hym? And he sayde, of a chylde.

And when he went out to lande, there met hym out of the citie a certayne man, which had deuyls long tyme, and ware no clothes, neither abode in any house: but in graues.

And ought not this daughter of Abraham, whom Satan hath bounde, lo eyghteene yeres, be loosed from this bonde on the Sabboth day?

And they asked them, saying: Is this your sonne, whom ye saye was borne blynde? Howe doeth he nowe see then?

For the man was about fourtie yere olde, on whom this miracle of healyng was shewed.