And if the house be worthy, let your peace come on it: but if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you.
But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into my own bosom.
And when you come into an house, salute it.
And whoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when you depart out of that house or city, shake off the dust of your feet.
And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest on it: if not, it shall turn to you again.
To the one we are the smell of death to death; and to the other the smell of life to life. And who is sufficient for these things?