And this one thing let not be unobserved by you, beloved, that one day with the Lord `is' as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day;
For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.
For I do not wish you to be ignorant, brethren, of this secret -- that ye may not be wise in your own conceits -- that hardness in part to Israel hath happened till the fulness of the nations may come in;
And I do not wish you to be ignorant, brethren, that all our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through the sea,
And concerning the spiritual things, brethren, I do not wish you to be ignorant;
This, now, beloved, a second letter to you I write, in both which I stir up your pure mind in reminding `you',