Now a great windstorm arose, and the waves were beating against the boat, so that it was nearly swamped.
So they left the crowd and took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other little boats were also with him.
But Jesus was in the stern, asleep on a cushion. So they woke him up and said to him, “Teacher, do yoʋ not care that we are perishing?”
But they struck a sandbar and ran the ship aground. The bow stuck fast and remained immovable, and the stern was being broken apart by the force of the waves.
Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I spent in the open sea.