So they said to one another, “Let’s not tear it, but cast lots for it, to see who gets it.” They did this to fulfill the Scripture that says: They divided My clothes among themselves, and they cast lots for My clothing. And this is what the soldiers did.

Then we will no longer be little children, tossed by the waves and blown around by every wind of teaching, by human cunning with cleverness in the techniques of deceit.

“Poor Jerusalem, storm-tossed, and not comforted,
I will set your stones in black mortar,
and lay your foundations in sapphires.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea,
for it cannot be still,
and its waters churn up mire and muck.

When I lie down I think:
When will I get up?
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.

Don’t give what is holy to dogs or toss your pearls before pigs, or they will trample them with their feet, turn, and tear you to pieces.

But let him ask in faith without doubting. For the doubter is like the surging sea, driven and tossed by the wind.