8Of such doth the apothecary make a confection; and of his works there is no end; and from him is peace over all the earth, 9My son, in thy sickness be not negligent: but pray unto the Lord, and he will make thee whole. 10Leave off from sin, and order thine hands aright, and cleanse thy heart from all wickedness. 11Give a sweet savour, and a memorial of fine flour; and make a fat offering, as not being.12Then give place to the physician, for the Lord hath created him: let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him. 13There is a time when in their hands there is good success. 14For they shall also pray unto the Lord, that he would prosper that, which they give for ease and remedy to prolong life.