For, I think that God has displayed us, the apostles, last of all, like men sentenced to death. For we are made a spectacle to the world, both to angels and men.

Yet I wish that all men were like me. However each man has his own gift from God, one of this kind, and another of that kind.

Don't you know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run like that, that you may win.

I therefore run like that, as not uncertainly. I fight like that, as not beating the air,

For they refreshed my spirit and yours. Therefore acknowledge those who are like that.