² My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass:

¹⁵ He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

⁸ The centurion answered and said, Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof: but speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed.

⁷ Wherefore neither thought I myself worthy to come unto thee: but say in a word, and my servant shall be healed.