May it never be! We who died to sin, how could we live in it any longer?

Who could bring a charge against God's chosen ones? It is God who justifies.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Could oppression, or anguish, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brothers' sake, my relatives according to the flesh,

And how will they preach unless they are sent? As it is written: "How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Good News of peace, who bring glad tidings of good things!"

But they didn't all listen to the glad news. For Isaiah says, "Lord, who has believed our report?"