Our needful bread, be giving us, day by day;
Our needful bread, give us, this day;
Do not, then, be anxious for the morrow; for the morrow, will be anxious, for itself: Sufficient for the day, is the evil thereof.
Vanity and falsehood, remove far from me, Neither poverty nor riches, give me, Feed me with the food appointed me:
He, the heights, shall inhabit, A stronghold of crags, shall be his refuge,—His bread, hath been delivered, His waters, have been made sure,
and, these, were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they welcomed the word with all readiness of mind, daily, searching the Scriptures,—whether these things could be so.
