He, fastening his eyes on him, and being frightened, said, *What is it, Lord?* He said to him, *Your prayers and your gifts to the needy have gone up for a memorial before God.
As the lame man who was healed held on to Kefa and Yochanan, all the people ran together to them in the porch that is called Shlomo's, greatly wondering.
When Kefa saw it, he responded to the people, *You men of Yisra'el, why do you marvel at this man? Why do you fasten your eyes on us, as though by our own power or godliness we had made him walk?