There was, in the days of Herod the king of Judea, a certain priest, named Zachariah, of the class of Abijah; and his wife was of the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Eliza beth.

It came to pass, while he was officiating as priest before God, in the order of his class, that,

according to the custom of the priest's office, his lot was to burn incense, when he went into the temple of the Lord.

And he charged him to tell no one; but go, show yourself to the priest, and make offering for your cleansing, as Moses commanded, that it may be a testimony to them.

And no one puts new wine into old bottles; if so, the new wine will burst the bottles, and it will be spilled,. and the bottles will be destroyed.

And by chance a certain priest went down along that road, and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.

And the publican, standing afar off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying: God, be merciful to me a sinner.

And a certain one of them struck the servant of the chief priest, and cut off his right ear.

And Jesus answered and said: Let this matter proceed thus far. And he touched his ear and healed him.

And they took him, and led him away, and brought him into the house of the chief priest. But Peter followed at a distance.