I asked you to spare me.
Unkindly, you refused.
Now I am left, agog, jaw hanging open, gob-smacked at the proposition that there exists an English-speaking person who thinks that passage says anything at all about the Catholic discipline of celibacy.
Oh, unkind.
I must now read from a book written by someone much more intelligent than I, in the hope of achieving a normal level of tranqulity once again.
Sorry that God’s word causes you to react that way.