He raiseth from the dust the poor, From a dunghill He lifteth up the needy, To cause them to sit with nobles, Yea, a throne of honour He doth cause them to inherit, For to Jehovah are the fixtures of earth, And He setteth on them the habitable world.

Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.

And they come to Jericho, and as he is going forth from Jericho, with his disciples and a great multitude, a son of Timaeus -- Bartimaeus the blind -- was sitting beside the way begging,

and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores,

And it came to pass, that the poor man died, and that he was carried away by the messengers to the bosom of Abraham -- and the rich man also died, and was buried;

And it came to pass, in his coming nigh to Jericho, a certain blind man was sitting beside the way begging,

the neighbours, therefore, and those seeing him before, that he was blind, said, 'Is not this he who is sitting and begging?'

and a certain man, being lame from the womb of his mother, was being carried, whom they were laying every day at the gate of the temple, called Beautiful, to ask a kindness from those entering into the temple,