And there came up a great storm in the sea, so that the boat was covered with the waves: but he was sleeping.
O troubled one, storm-crushed, uncomforted! see, your stones will be framed in fair colours, and your bases will be sapphires.
The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.
And when he had got into a boat, his disciples went after him.
And they came to him, and, awaking him, said, Help, Lord; destruction is near.
But while they were sailing he went to sleep: and a storm of wind came down on the sea, and the boat became full of water and they were in danger.
And because of you I am glad I was not there, so that you may have faith; but let us go to him.