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And behold, one of the rulers of the synagogue came, Jairus by name. And when he saw Him, he fell at His feet
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and begged Him earnestly, saying, "My little daughter lies at the point of death. Come and lay Your hands on her, that she may be healed, and she will live."
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So Jesus went with him, and a great multitude followed Him and thronged Him.
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Now a certain woman had a flow of blood for twelve years,
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and had suffered many things from many physicians. She had spent all that she had and was no better, but rather grew worse.
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When she heard about Jesus, she came behind Him in the crowd and touched His garment.
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For she said, "If only I may touch His clothes, I shall be made well."
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Immediately the fountain of her blood was dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of the affliction.
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And Jesus, immediately knowing in Himself that power had gone out of Him, turned around in the crowd and said, "Who touched My clothes?"
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But His disciples said to Him, "You see the multitude thronging You, and You say, Who touched Me?' "
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And He looked around to see her who had done this thing.