and lo, a great tempest arose in the sea, so that the boat was being covered by the waves, but he was sleeping,
O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,
Seen thee -- pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up.
And when he entered into the boat his disciples did follow him,
and his disciples having come to him, awoke him, saying, `Sir, save us; we are perishing.'
and as they are sailing he fell deeply asleep, and there came down a storm of wind to the lake, and they were filling, and were in peril.
and I rejoice, for your sake, (that ye may believe,) that I was not there; but we may go to him;'