²² The leader of the local synagogue, whose name was Jairus, came and fell down before him, ²³ pleading with him to heal his little daughter.

“She is at the point of death,” he said in desperation. “Please come and place your hands on her and make her live.”

²⁴ Jesus went with him, and the crowd thronged behind. ²⁵ In the crowd was a woman who had been sick for twelve years with a hemorrhage. ²⁶ She had suffered much from many doctors through the years and had become poor from paying them, and was no better but, in fact, was worse. ²⁷ She had heard all about the wonderful miracles Jesus did, and that is why she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his clothes.

²⁸ For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his clothing, I will be healed.” ²⁹ And sure enough, as soon as she had touched him, the bleeding stopped and she knew she was well!

³⁰ Jesus realized at once that healing power had gone out from him, so he turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?”

³¹ His disciples said to him, “All this crowd pressing around you, and you ask who touched you?”

³² But he kept on looking around to see who it was who had done it. ³³ Then the frightened woman, trembling at the realization of what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and told him what she had done. ³⁴ And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, healed of your disease.”

³⁵ While he was still talking to her, messengers arrived from Jairus’s home with the news that it was too late—his daughter was dead and there was no point in Jesus’ coming now.