And, behold, there came one of the rulers of the
synagogue, Jairus by name. When he saw Jesus, he fell at His feet and
besought Him saying, My little daughter is at the point of death. I
pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her that she may be healed and
shall live. Jesus went with him and the people followed and thronged
Him.
In the crowd was a woman who had an issue of blood for twelve years.
She had been to many physicians, spent all that she had, and nothing
was bettered, but, instead, grew worse. She had heard of Jesus and,
pressing through the crowd, she came up behind Him and touched His
garment. She said, If I may but touch His clothes, I shall be whole.
After she did this the fountain of her blood was dried up and she felt
in her body that she was healed.
Presently, Jesus, knowing in Himself that virtue had gone out of Him,
turned about and said, Who touched my clothes? His disciples said, Thou
seest the multitude thronging thee and ask Who touched me? Then Jesus
spotted her who had done this thing. The woman, in fear and trembling,
but knowing what was done in her, came and fell down before Him and
spoke the truth. He said to her, Daughter, thy faith has made thee
whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.
While He yet spoke, messengers came from the ruler of the synagogue's
house and announced, Thy daughter is dead.
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