Raiseth, from the dust, the poor, From the dunghill, uplifteth the needy, To give them a dwelling with nobles, And, a throne of glory, to make them inherit. For, to Yahweh, belong the pillars of the earth, And he setteth thereon the habitable world.
And, a certain man, who had been, lame from his mother’s womb, was being carried,—whom they used to lay daily at the door of the temple—the door called Beautiful, that he might ask alms of them who were entering into the temple: