but he stayed behind, alone. Then a man came and wrestled with him until just before daybreak.

"This is strange," he thought. "Why isn't the bush burning up? I will go closer and see."

The time is coming, and is already here, when all of you will be scattered, each of you to your own home, and I will be left all alone. But I am not really alone, because the Father is with me.

I know a certain Christian man who fourteen years ago was snatched up to the highest heaven (I do not know whether this actually happened or whether he had a vision---only God knows).

I repeat, I know that this man was snatched to Paradise (again, I do not know whether this actually happened or whether it was a vision---only God knows), and there he heard things which cannot be put into words, things that human lips may not speak.

This is the end of the account. I was so frightened that I turned pale, and I kept everything to myself.

I watched him attack the ram. He was so angry that he smashed into him and broke the two horns. The ram had no strength to resist. He was thrown to the ground and trampled on, and there was no one who could save him.

I was depressed and ill for several days. Then I got up and went back to the work that the king had assigned to me, but I was puzzled by the vision and could not understand it.

I hear all this, and I tremble; my lips quiver with fear. My body goes limp, and my feet stumble beneath me. I will quietly wait for the time to come when God will punish those who attack us.

When the disciples heard the voice, they were so terrified that they threw themselves face downward on the ground.

He and the others were so frightened that he did not know what to say.

When I saw him, I fell down at his feet like a dead man. He placed his right hand on me and said, "Don't be afraid! I am the first and the last.

When the man saw that he was not winning the struggle, he hit Jacob on the hip, and it was thrown out of joint.

The sun rose as Jacob was leaving Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip.

But to keep me from being puffed up with pride because of the many wonderful things I saw, I was given a painful physical ailment, which acts as Satan's messenger to beat me and keep me from being proud.