And who of you by being anxious is able to add one cubit to his stature?
Behold, like a handbreadth You gave my days; even my life was non-existence before You; surely every man standing is all vanity. Selah.
Nor shall you swear by your head, because you are not able to make one hair white or black.
But who of you by being anxious is able to add one cubit onto his stature?
Then if you are not able to do even the least, why are you anxious about the rest?
And he was seeking to see Jesus, who He is. And he was not able, because of the crowd, and because he was little in stature.