As an eagle that stirreth up her nest, That fluttereth over her young, He spread abroad his wings, he took them, He bare them on his pinions.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
Therefore seeing we have this ministry, even as we obtained mercy, we faint not:
(we are) pressed on every side, yet not straitened; perplexed, yet not unto despair;
pursued, yet not forsaken; smitten down, yet not destroyed;
always bearing about in the body the dying of Jesus, that the life also of Jesus may be manifested in our body.
For consider him that hath endured such gainsaying of sinners against himself, that ye wax not weary, fainting in your souls.