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John 17:1

English Standard Version 2016

When Jesus had spoken these words, he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son that the Son may glorify you,

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And Jesus answered them, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.

The God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, the God of our fathers, glorified his servant Jesus, whom you delivered over and denied in the presence of Pilate, when he had decided to release him.

Now this he said about the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were to receive, for as yet the Spirit had not been given, because Jesus was not yet glorified.

who through him are believers in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.

But when Jesus heard it he said, “This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it.”

And he came the third time and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? It is enough; the hour has come. The Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.

To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens!

So they took away the stone. And Jesus lifted up his eyes and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me.

These words he spoke in the treasury, as he taught in the temple; but no one arrested him, because his hour had not yet come.

So they were seeking to arrest him, but no one laid a hand on him, because his hour had not yet come.

Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.

Now before the Feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.

When I was with you day after day in the temple, you did not lay hands on me. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness.”

But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’

Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!




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