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1 Would to God ye could bear with me a lit­tle in my fol­ly: and in­deed bear with me. 2 For I am jeal­ous over you with god­ly jeal­ousy: for I have es­poused you to one hus­band, that I may pre­sent y­ou as a chaste vir­gin to Christ. 3 But I fear, lest by any means, as the ser­pent be­guiled Eve through his sub­tilty, so your minds should be cor­rupt­ed from the sim­plic­i­ty that is in Christ. 4 For if he that cometh prea­cheth an­oth­er Je­sus, whom we have not preached, or if ye re­ceive an­oth­er spir­it, which ye have not re­ceived, or an­oth­er gospel, which ye have not ac­cept­ed, ye might well bear with him. 5 For I sup­pose I was not a whit be­hind the very chiefest apos­tles. 6 But though I be rude in speech, yet not in knowl­edge; but we have been through­ly made man­i­fest among you in all things. 7 Have I com­mit­ted an of­fence in abas­ing my­self that ye might be ex­alt­ed, be­cause I have preached to you the gospel of God freely? 8 I robbed oth­er church­es, tak­ing wages of them, to do you ser­vice. 9 And when I was pre­sent with you, and want­ed, I was charge­able to no man: for that which was lack­ing to me the brethren which came from Mace­do­nia sup­plied: and in all things I have kept my­self from be­ing bur­den­some unto you, and so will I keep myself. 10 As the truth of Christ is in me, no man shall stop me of this boast­ing in the re­gions of Acha­ia. 11 Where­fore? be­cause I love you not? God knoweth. 12 But what I do, that I will do, that I may cut off oc­ca­sion from them which de­sire oc­ca­sion; that where­in they glo­ry, they may be found even as we. 13 For such are false apos­tles, de­ceit­ful work­ers, trans­form­ing them­selves into the apos­tles of Christ. 14 And no mar­vel; for Sa­tan him­self is trans­formed into an an­gel of light. 15 There­fore it is no great thing if his min­is­ters also be trans­formed as the min­is­ters of righ­teous­ness; whose end shall be ac­cord­ing to their works. 16 I say again, Let no man think me a fool; if oth­er­wise, yet as a fool re­ceive me, that I may boast my­self a lit­tle. 17 That which I speak, I speak it not af­ter the Lord, but as it were fool­ish­ly, in this con­fi­dence of boast­ing. 18 See­ing that many glo­ry af­ter the flesh, I will glo­ry al­so. 19 For ye suf­fer fools glad­ly, see­ing ye yourselves are wise. 20 For ye suf­fer, if a man bring you into bondage, if a man de­vour you, if a man take of you, if a man ex­alt him­self, if a man smite you on the face. 21 I speak as con­cern­ing re­proach, as though we had been weak. How­beit where­in­so­ev­er any is bold, (I speak fool­ish­ly, ) I am bold al­so. 22 Are they He­brews? so am I. Are they Is­raelites? so am I. Are they the seed of Abra­ham? so am I. 23 Are they min­is­ters of Christ? (I speak as a fool) I am more; in labours more abun­dant, in stripes above mea­sure, in pris­ons more fre­quent, in deaths oft. 24 Of the Jews five times re­ceived I forty stripes save one. 25 Thrice was I beat­en with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suf­fered ship­wreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep; 26 In jour­ney­ings of­ten, in per­ils of wa­ters, in per­ils of rob­bers, in per­ils by mine own coun­try­men, in per­ils by the hea­then, in per­ils in the city, in per­ils in the wilder­ness, in per­ils in the sea, in per­ils among false brethren; 27 In weari­ness and painful­ness, in watch­ings of­ten, in hunger and thirst, in fast­ings of­ten, in cold and naked­ness. 28 Be­side those things that are with­out, that which cometh upon me dai­ly, the care of all the church­es. 29 Who is weak, and I am not weak? who is of­fend­ed, and I burn not? 30 If I must needs glo­ry, I will glo­ry of the things which con­cern mine in­fir­mi­ties. 31 The God and Fa­ther of our Lord Je­sus Christ, which is blessed for ev­er­more, knoweth that I lie not. 32 In Dam­as­cus the gov­er­nor un­der Are­tas the king kept the city of the Dam­a­scenes with a gar­ri­son, de­sirous to ap­pre­hend me: 33 And through a win­dow in a bas­ket was I let down by the wall, and es­caped his hands.