Honor a physician according to thy need of him with the honors due unto him:

2 For from the Most High cometh healing;

3 The skill of the physician shall lift up his head;

4 The Lord created medicines out of the earth;

5 Was not water made sweet with wood,

6 And he gave men skill,

7 With them doth he heal a man,

8 With these will the apothecary make a confection;

9 My son, in thy sickness be not negligent;

10 Put away wrong doing, and order thy hands aright,

11 Give a sweet savor, and a memorial of fine flour;

12 Then give place to the physician, for verily the Lord hath created him;

13 There is a time when in their very hands is the issue for good.

14 For they also shall beseech the Lord,

15 He that sinneth before his Maker,

16 My son, let thy tears fall over the dead,

17 Make bitter weeping, and make passionate wailing,

18 For of sorrow cometh death,

19 In calamity sorrow also remaineth:

20 Give not thy heart unto sorrow:

21 Forget it not, for there is no returning again:

22 Remember the sentence upon him; for so also shall thine be;

23 When the dead is at rest, let his remembrance rest;

24 The wisdom of the scribe cometh by opportunity of leisure;

25 How shall he become wise that holdeth the plow,

26 He will set his heart upon turning his furrows;

27 So is every artificer and workmaster,

28 So is the smith sitting by the anvil,

29 So is the potter sitting at his work,

30 He will fashion the clay with his arm,

31 All these put their trust in their hands;

32 Without these shall not a city be inhabited,

33 They shall not be sought for in the council of the people,

34 But they will maintain the fabric of the world;