Let the righteous one strike me; it is a mercy; and he rebuking me, it is oil of the head, let not my head refuse it; for yet my prayer also shall be against their evils.
I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had withdrawn; He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.
I have set watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem. All the day and all the night they shall not be silent always; you who remember Jehovah, let there not be a rest to you.
On account of this I have cut them down by the prophets; I have slain them by the words of My mouth; and your judgments have been as the light that goes forth.
Blessed are you when men hate you, and when they cut you off, and will reproach you, and will cast out your name as evil, on account of the Son of Man;
They will make you to be expelled from the synagogue, but an hour is coming that every one killing you will think to he offers a divine service before God.
looking to the Author and Finisher of our faith, Jesus, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, “and has sat down at the right hand” of the throne of God.”