A declaration of Yahweh to my lord, “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool.”
The roads of Zion are mourning because no one comes to the festival. All her gates are desolate, her priests groan; her young women are worried, and she herself suffers bitterly.
So Pilate, when he saw that he was accomplishing nothing, but instead an uproar was developing, took water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of the blood of this man. You see to it!”
Therefore I want the men in every place to pray, lifting up holy hands without anger and dispute.
Do not neglect the gift that is in you, that was granted to you through prophecy with the laying on of hands by the council of elders.