Luke 13:11

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Summary

And, behold, there was a woman which had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bowed together, and could in no wise lift up herself.

A spirit

Matthew 9:32

Eighteen

Acts 14:8

Bowed

Psalm 38:6

Psalm 42:5

Psalm 42:5

Bible References

A spirit

But, this woman, being a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan had bound, lo! eighteen years, was there not a needs-be that she should be loosed from this bond, on the day of rest?

and certain women, who had been cured from evil spirits and infirmities, - Mary, the one called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone forth,

So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, - and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.

Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, - for dismayed are my bones:

And, as, they, were going forth, lo! there was brought to him, a dumb man, demonized.

Eighteen

And, when he went forth upon the land, there met him a certain man, out of the city, having demons; and, for a considerable time, he had put on no garment, and, in a house, would not abide, but among the tombs.

And he questioned his father - How long a time, is it, that, this, hath befallen him? and he said - From childhood;

And there was a certain man there, who, for thirty-eight years, had continued in his sickness.

and questioned them, saying - Is, this, your son, of whom, ye, say, that blind, he was, born? How, then, seeth he, even now?

And, a certain man, who had been, lame from his mother's womb, was being carried, - whom they used to lay daily at the door of the temple - the door called Beautiful, that he might ask alms of them who were entering into the temple:

For, more than forty years old, was the man, upon whom had taken place, this healing sign.

And, a certain man in Lystra, impotent in his feet, was sitting, - lame from his mother's womb, who never had walked.

Bowed

I am bent, I am bowed down very low. All the day, have I gloomily walked;

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.