Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
the root your right hand planted, the shoot you made to grow!
My hand will support him, and my arm will strengthen him.
A psalm of David. Here is the Lord's proclamation to my lord: "Sit down at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool!"
He was wounded because of our rebellious deeds, crushed because of our sins; he endured punishment that made us well; because of his wounds we have been healed.
I was watching in the night visions, "And with the clouds of the sky one like a son of man was approaching. He went up to the Ancient of Days and was escorted before him.
For just as the Father raises the dead and gives them life, so also the Son gives life to whomever he wishes.