Acts

He came unto his own, and his own received him not.

Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob their sins.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not!

Of which salvation the prophets have enquired and searched diligently, who prophesied of the grace that should come unto you:

Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.