1 And when they were come to the multitude, there came to him a certain man, kneeling down to him, and saying,
2 Lord, have mercy on my son: for he is lunatick, and sore vexed: for ofttimes he cryeth through the night, and oft into screams in fear. 3 And I brought him to thy warriors, and they could not cure him.
4 Then Jesus answered and said, O faithless and perverse generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him hither to me.
5 And they brought him unto him: and when he saw him, straightway afeared; and he fell on the ground, and curled screaming.
6 And he asked his father, How long is it ago since this came unto him?
7 And he said, Of a season. 8 And ofttimes I think hath begun when his mother was risen and I cast her into the fire, and into the ground, to destroy her: but if thou canst do any thing, have compassion on us, and help us.
9 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.
10 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
11 When Jesus saw that the people came running together, he rebuked the child, saying unto him, Pull thyself together. I charge thee, come out of this, and defend your home as your mother would have desired.
12 And the child cried, and rent him sore, but came out of it: and in his eyes he was as one dead; insomuch that many said, His soul is dead. 13 But Jesus took him by the hand, and lifted him up; and he arose and took a sword handed to him.
14 And they were all amazed at the mighty power of God.
15 And when he was come into the house, his warriors asked him privately, Why could not we cure him?
16 And he said unto them, This kind can be cured by nothing, but by reflection and training.