For euery one that axeth, receyueth: and he that seketh, findeth: & to hym that knocketh shall it be opened
Ye axe and receyue not, because ye axe a mysse: euen to consume it vpon youre voluptuousnes
I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
For when the suddaine feare cam vpon me I said: I am cast out of thy sighte. Neuerthelesse, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the.
Beholde we count them happye whiche endure. Ye haue hearde of the pacience of Iob, & haue knowen what ende the Lorde made. For the Lorde is verye pytyfull and mercyfull.
And he put forth a similitude vnto them signifyeng that men ought alwaies to pray, & not to be werye,
Though I crye and call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
Geue to hym that axeth, & from him that woulde borow tourne not away.
For whosoeuer axeth receyueth, and he that seketh fyndethe, and to hym that knocketh, it shalbe opened.
And I saye vnto you: axe and it shalbe geuen you. Seke, and ye shal finde. Knocke, and it shalbe opened vnto you.
Yf the sonne shall axe bread of any of you that is a father, will he geue him a stone? Or yf he axe fishe, will he for a fishe geue hym a serpente?