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John 17:1

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

These spake Jesus, and lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, Father, the hour has come; honour thy Son, that thy Son honour thee:

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And Jesus answered them, saying, The hour has come, that the Son of man should be honoured.

The God of Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, God of our fathers, has honoured his child Jesus; whom ye have delivered up, and denied him before the face of Pilate, he having judged to loose.

(This spake he of the Spirit which they believing in him were about to receive: for the Holy Spirit was not yet; for Jesus was not yet honoured.)

Who by him believing in God, having raised him from the dead, and having given him glory; that your faith and hope should be in God.

And Jesus having heard, said, This sickness is not to death, but for the glory of God, that by it the Son of God be honoured.

And he comes the third time, and says to them, Sleep the remaining time, and take rest: it is sufficient, the hour has come; behold, the Son of man is delivered into the hands of the sinful.

Song of ascensions. To thee dwelling in the heavens I lifted up mine eyes.

Then took they away the stone where the dead was laid. And Jesus lifted up his eyes above, and said, Father, I return thee thanks that thou didst hear me.

These words spake Jesus in the royal treasury, teaching in the temple: and no one seized him; for his hour had not yet come.

Then sought they to seize him: and none put the hand upon him, for his hour had not yet come.

Behold, the hour comes, and has now come, that ye be scattered, each to his own, and leave me alone: and I am not alone, for the Father is with me.

And before the feast of the pascha, Jesus knowing that his hour had come that he should pass out of this world to the Father, having loved his own in the world, he loved them to the end.

I being with you daily in the temple, ye stretched not forth the hands upon me: but this is your hour, and the power of darkness.

And the publican, standing afar off, would not either lift up the eyes to heaven, but struck upon his breast, saying, God propitiate for me the sinful.

As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.




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