From the sole of the foot even to the head, no soundness is in it; only a wound and a stripe and a fresh blow; they have not been closed, nor bound up; and not was it softened with oil.
And a certain man, being lame from his mother’s womb, was being carried, whom they put according to a day at the door of the temple, the one being called Beautiful, to ask merciful gifts from the ones going into the temple;
Hear, my beloved brothers, did not God choose the poor ones of this world to be rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to the ones loving Him?
He raises the poor one from the dust; He lifts up the needy one from the dunghill, to cause them to sit with nobles; yea, He causes them to inherit a throne of honor; for to Jehovah are the pillars of the earth; and He sets the habitable world on them.