Every priest indeed stands day by day serving and often offering the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins,

So that with good courage we say, "The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What can man do to me?"

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, nor turning shadow.

What good is it, my brothers, if a man says he has faith, but has no works? Can faith save him?

So the tongue is also a little member, and boasts great things. See how a small fire can spread to a large forest.

But nobody can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

Can a fig tree, my brothers, yield olives, or a vine figs? Nor is salt water able to produce sweet.

"To the angel of the church in Philadelphia write: "These are the words of the Holy One, the True One, he who has the key of David, he who opens and no one can shut, and who shuts and no one opens:

"I know your works (behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one can shut), that you have a little power, and kept my word, and did not deny my name.

One of the elders said to me, "Do not weep. Behold, the Lion who is of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has overcome so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals."

The rest of mankind, who were not killed with these plagues, did not repent of the works of their hands, that they would not worship demons, and the idols of gold, and of silver, and of brass, and of stone, and of wood; which can neither see, nor hear, nor walk.