The Acts

⁴⁸Howbeit the Most High dwelleth not in houses made with hands; as saith the prophet, ⁴⁹The heaven is my throne, And the earth the footstool of my feet: What manner of house will ye build me? saith the Lord: Or what is the place of my rest? ⁵⁰Did not my hand make all these things? ⁵¹Ye stiffnecked and uncircumcised in heart and ears, ye do always resist the Holy Ghost: as your fathers did, so do ye. ⁵²Which of the prophets did not your fathers persecute? and they killed them which shewed before of the coming of the Righteous One; of whom ye have now become betrayers and murderers; ⁵³ye who received the law as it was ordained by angels, and kept it not. ⁵⁴Now when they heard these things, they were cut to the heart, and they gnashed on him with their teeth.