Without being weakened in faith, he didn't consider his own body, already having been worn out, (he being about a hundred years old), and the deadness of Sarah's womb.
Then Avraham fell on his face, and laughed, and said in his heart, *Will a child be born to him who is one hundred years old? Will Sarah, who is ninety years old, give birth?*
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, won't he much more clothe you, you of little faith?