Raiseth, from the dust, the poor, From the dunghill, uplifteth the needy, To give them a dwelling with nobles, And, a throne of glory, to make them inherit. For, to Yahweh, belong the pillars of the earth, And he setteth thereon the habitable world.

Young, have I been, moreover am old, - Yet have I not seen, A righteous man forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread:

Let his children, wander about, and beg, Let them be driven out of heir ruins;

And they come into Jericho. And, as he was journeying forth from Jericho, and his disciples, and a considerable multitude, the son of Timaeus, blind Bar-Timaeus, a beggar, was sitting beside the road.

And, a certain beggar, by name Lazarus, used to be cast near his gate, full of sores,

And it came to pass that the beggar died, and was carried away by the messengers, into the bosom of Abraham. And, the rich man also, died, and was buried.

And it came to pass, as he was drawing near unto Jericho, a certain blind man, was sitting beside the road, begging.

The neighbours, therefore, and they who used to observe him aforetime - that he was, a beggar, were saying - Is not, this, he that used to sit and beg?

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: