I beseech you therefore, brethren, through the compassions of God, to present your bodies a living, holy sacrifice, unto God acceptable,—your rational divine service;
Even unto old age, I, am, the same, And unto grey hairs, I, will bear the burden,—I have made and, I, will carry, Yea, I, will bear the burden and will deliver,
Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me,—Until I tell of thine arm unto a new generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
And it shall be, when their fathers, or their brethren, come in to complain to us, that we will say unto them—As a favour to us, grant them, because we took not for each man his wife in the battle,—for, ye yourselves, gave them not unto them, so as, now, to be guilty.