He sendeth His word and healeth them, And delivereth from their destructions.
Who is sending forth His saying `on' earth, Very speedily doth His word run.
Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,
Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.
For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!
And the centurion answering said, `Sir, I am not worthy that thou mayest enter under my roof, but only say a word, and my servant shall be healed;
and Jesus having seen her, did call `her' near, and said to her, `Woman, thou hast been loosed from thy infirmity;'