3 For lo! thin enemyes sowneden; and thei that haten thee reisiden the heed.
9 And he seide to me, My grace suffisith to thee; for vertu is parfitli maad in infirmyte. Therfor gladli Y schal glorie in myn infirmytees, that the vertu of Crist dwelle in me.
22 A ioiful soule makith likinge age; a sorewful spirit makith drie boonys.
7 and caste ye al youre bisynesse in to hym, for to hym is cure of you.
13 Y may alle thingis in hym that coumfortith me.
26 And also the spirit helpith oure infirmyte; for what we schulen preie, as it bihoueth, we witen not, but the ilke spirit axith for vs with sorewyngis, that moun not be teld out.
10 For which thing Y am plesid in myn infirmytees, in dispisyngis, in nedis, in persecuciouns, in anguyschis, for Crist; for whanne Y am sijk, thanne Y am miyti.
28 Alle ye that traueilen, and ben chargid, come to me, and Y schal fulfille you.
15 For we han not a bischop, that may not haue compassioun on oure infirmytees, but was temptid bi alle thingis bi lycnesse, with oute synne.
29 That yyueth vertu to the weeri, and strengthe to hem that ben not, and multiplieth stalworthnesse.
41 Wake ye, and preye ye, that ye entre not in to temptacioun; for the spirit is redi, but the fleisch is sijk.
7 For whi God yaf not to vs the spirit of drede, but of vertu, and of loue, and of sobrenesse.
8 Opene thi mouth for a doumb man,