The children of your oppressors shall come, bowing before you; All those who despised you, shall bow low at your feet. They shall call you “City of the Lord,” “Zion of the Holy One of Israel.”
My hand made all these things when all of them came to be—oracle of the Lord. This is the one whom I approve: the afflicted one, crushed in spirit, who trembles at my word.
Hear the word of the Lord, you who tremble at his word! Your kin who hate you and cast you out because of my name say, “May the Lord show his glory, that we may see your joy”; but they shall be put to shame.
Should you not fear me—oracle of the Lord— should you not tremble before me? I made the sandy shore the sea’s limit, which by eternal decree it may not overstep. Toss though it may, it is to no avail; though its billows roar, they cannot overstep.
But as he spoke about righteousness and self-restraint and the coming judgment, Felix became frightened and said, “You may go for now; when I find an opportunity I shall summon you again.”
Behold, I will make those of the assembly of Satan who claim to be Jews and are not, but are lying, behold I will make them come and fall prostrate at your feet, and they will realize that I love you.