Yes, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead,

I had no relief for my spirit, because I didn't find Titus, my brother, but taking my leave of them, I went out into Macedonia.

For even when we had come into Macedonia, our flesh had no relief, but we were afflicted on every side. Fightings were outside. Fear was inside.

This was not as we had hoped, but first they gave their own selves to the Lord, and to us through the will of God.

As it is written, "He who gathered much had nothing left over, and he who gathered little had no lack."

I speak by way of disparagement, as though we had been weak. Yet however any is bold (I speak in foolishness), I am bold also.