He sent His word and healed them, and rescued them from their pits.
But the centurion said, “Master, I’m not worthy to have You come under my roof. But just say the word and my servant will be healed.
He sends earth His command— His word runs swiftly.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
I am under vows to You, O God. I will present thank offerings to You.
Like sheep they are destined for Sheol. Death will be their shepherd and the upright will rule over them in the morning. Their image will decay in Sheol— far from its lofty place.
Adonai, You brought my soul up from Sheol. You kept me alive, so I would not go down to the Pit.
When Yeshua saw her, He called out to her and said, “Woman, you are set free from your disability.”