Y’all haven’t strengthened the diseased or healed the sick. Y’all haven’t bound up what was broken and haven’t brought back what was driven away. Y’all haven’t sought that which was lost, but y’all have ruled over them with violence and cruelty.
Y’all are to keep watch over yourselves and all the flock, in which the Holy Spirit has made y’all overseers, to shepherd the church of God which ʜᴇ purchased with the blood of ʜɪꜱ own.
Shepherd your people with your staff, the flock of your heritage, who dwell by themselves in a forest. Let them feed in the middle of fertile pasture land, in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.
Remember your congregation, which you purchased of old, which you have redeemed to be the tribe of your inheritance: Mount Zion, in which you have lived.
But y’all are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy ethnic group, a people of God’s own possession, that y’all may proclaim the virtues of ʜɪᴍ who called y’all out of darkness into ʜɪꜱ marvelous light.
You and your sons, y’all are to carry out y’all’s priesthood for everything of the altar, and for that within the veil. Y’all must serve. I give the service of the priesthood to y’all as a gift. The stranger who comes near must be put to death.”